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Mar 2017
drink to excess
drunk you're a mess

if only

I smoke alcohol
it saves on the glasses,
they say that girls make passes
at boys who save glasses

if that's true
where are they?

Sunday
I smell liquor on the vicar
the sermon is a shambles,
drunk
the vicar rambles on about
some giant on a cross

at a loss to explain
I roll a champagne
and
if you're going to smoke
it might as well be the best.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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