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Mar 2013
Who are you?
Why are you in my bed!
Oh god the pounding chattering in my head.

Hang on a moment I remember now
We met last night? really not sure how...

Ah not so loud, your awake
Hangover cure then.
Two tons of last nights pasta bake.

Find some shorts... there ripped in half
No worries though only got them for a laugh.

Pop some pills, now find and dandy
Lucky I keep some of them handy.

She walks in to the room, cute as can be.
But that's plain for all to see.

Eat, shower, shave and bye.
Last was good and so am I.
the world is what we make of it.
Jake Leader
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Jake Leader  london
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