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Apr 2017
Total eclipse of my toilet seat
Staring drunkardly at my feet
Can't move gone one over the eight
Morning looks dodgy I'm might
Be late
How do the hell do I get of the loo
Send me an e mail  with an idea to do
Drowned my liver, killed all my sorrow
I shall not learn I will probably
Do the same tomorrow.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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