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One too many...

Hit the pillow feeling dead,

Turning and sweating in my bed,

Wake up the next morning to the sound I dread,

Across my bedroom slowly I tread,

Unable to remember what I said,

And a thought from my head:

 

Yes...I had one too many drinks.

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Published
Jun 1, 2010
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