 Those dry Martinis did the work for me; Last night at twelve I felt immense, Today I feel like thirty cents. My eyes are bleared, my coppers hot, I'll try to eat, but I cannot. It is no time for mirth and laughter, The cold, gray dawn of the morning after.  Verses and Jingles - Strana 2autor/autoři: George Ade - 1911 - 91 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | George Ade - 1903 - 178 str.
...game I wept and told my real name. At four I sought my whirling bed; At eight I woke with such a head! It is no time for mirth and laughter, The cold, gray dawn of the morning after. I wanted to pay for ev'ry round; I talked on subjects most profound; When all my woes I analyzed, The... | |
 | 1906 - 826 str.
...the game I think I told my real name. EEM-0-ESE. The water wagon's the place for me. It is no theme for mirth and laughter The cold gray dawn of the morning after. — A Wiser and Better Physician. A NOVEL PASTIME. • A small boy was instructed that the breast of... | |
 | Joan Wilen - 2009 - 352 str.
...juice. HANGOVERS A dark brown tasfe, a burning thirst, A head that's ready to split and burst. It is not time for mirth and laughter — The cold gray dawn of the morning after. — GEORGE ADE If you're foolish enough to drink enough to have a hangover, then you deserve it! But... | |
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