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You are by far
The finest trouble
I've ever known
And for that, I don't mind the scars.
One shot for the sorrow,
Two to be sure,
Three for the morning
To make it a blur,
Five hours of dancing,
Six steps till I fell,
Seven minutes unconscious,
As far as I could tell,
Eight people to help,
Nine nine nine took moments to come,
Ten glasses of water,
An aspirin and then some.
And I had to walk away
I was just hoping at least he noticed I didn't run
the title is a thought for after the poem

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