A man can visit foreign lands <br />and have a drink, or hold strange hands <br />but if he drinks more than he holds <br />his soul's chiffon gown shrinks and folds <br />soon after he goes on the brink <br />and sells his soul, all for a drink.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/traverse-le-fleuve/
