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Sep 2015
Barely made it to bed
in my drunken stupor
Close to being dead
**** don't know if I made it to the right homestead
Hell for all  I know it could have been someone's shed
With the bed spinning, "Lord a waterbed"??
The way I feel I think I have become the undead ..
In this drunken stupor
Passed out
Woke up
And the cutest little Redhead was laying next to me
Someone that I have wed ????
Maybe dreaming instead?
Might drink some more getting ready for what might be ahead..
No!! She turned over and looked at me and said "I thought you were Jed"
Oh ****!! I am dead !!!
I ain't Jed
I said
But you can stay right here next to me "In your bed"??
**** this girl was fine a purebred Redhead
No it could not be, a knock at the door
She looked over at me and said
"Honey" " I think it's Jed"
I jumped out of bed
grabbed my pants, shirt and boots
Naked as a J-Bird
Ran out the back door
Thinking
**** you Jed!!

I wanted that little Redhead
                !!
Mark Tilford
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Mark Tilford  Louisville ky
(Louisville ky)   
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