We'll drinka drinka drink...
Pounding beat from night before
Reverberates round foggy skull
Queasy stomach a turbulent morass
Imbibed refreshment soon again will pass…
Reverberates round foggy skull
Queasy stomach a turbulent morass
Imbibed refreshment soon again will pass…
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'...soon again will pass…' lets hope so, but not these poems. Just gave myself the treat of reading back over the last several. (I've been all caught up in mending fences and making a chook house the last few weeks.)
and did you swear to never get pissed again?
betcha did.
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