The drunk old man
stumbles up the path
slugging a PBR,
nods to us as he goes by,
walks to the edge of the cliff,
turns his back on the river--
a perfect backflip,
lands it with his beer can
held up out of the water.
His head emerges.
He takes a sip
and swims back to his raft.
and swims back to his raft.
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