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( hangover poem ) by 18 lines of ‘ing read

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in the beginning

there was sober

now bells knell

dogs piss on clover


damn you shandy

your hangover

above my

( head )

there shats a plover


a quiet drink

became bender

gay hunchbacks?

i don't remember


phuket - thought i then

it's december

i now sweat

( like )

a sex offender

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