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Mar 2014
Nothing in the fridge by whiskey and beer
Nothing in the cupboards but mice, rice and pasta
One cigarette to last me a month
The TV has been shut off
My couch has holes in it like me hat and socks
I wonder what my ma would say
If she saw that my wife had left me
With nothing but whiskey and beer and mice and rise and pasta.
Megan Lacey Slade
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Megan Lacey Slade  Liverpool
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