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Jun 2021
i'm seeing straight, i think,
though mind is somewhat reeling
and i feel i'm stepping on a brink,
it's either me or ceiling ...
the walls were perpendicular
but now they're inward leaning,
i'm usually not particular
but now i've funny feeling,
corridor used to be much wider,
and wall-to-wall, the ceiling,
yet now, just after cider,
[hic, was it whiskey i spied? eh?]
i'm walking slowly from side-to-side
bumping walls on either, slide,
woops, i've landed on my hide,
my head feels better on its side,
just leave me be and tell my bride..
Written by
David R  UK
(UK)   
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     Brett and Hooria Iftikhar
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