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Molly
Poems
Jun 2014
Drunken Doctor
I was high when the call came.
Beer and pills
and too much green.
I was wasted when the call came.
The cheer struck up like a match caught flame
went up like a firework
from all these boys I barely knew
and they lit a J to celebrate.
Ninety-seventh percentile.
I could have just
drunk
my way into medical college.
Written by
Molly
Ireland
(Ireland)
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