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Hangover Sunday
Contributed by
nomadsoul
on
Friday, 7th January 2005 @ 12:57:44 AM in AEST
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Its 10 o clock in the morning
Aftermath the long island teas, the vodkas, the gin-tonics
This feeling I have now
Must I get up ?
Rise and shine is not in my vocabulary now
Go away wife
Dont whisper to my ear
Ill bite you if you come near
My head is throbbing now
The spine is wedged on my king size four-post bed
I can hardly open my eyes
But I need to take a leak now
How to move without walking?
I feel like THX 1138
Wheres my coffee, wife ?
Thought you promised bed-sex-breakfast
Oh god.. relieve me, release me
I think Im not a go for these things anymore (though I think Ill do it next weekend)
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Re: Hangover Sunday
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by brokenwings on
Friday, 7th January 2005 @ 01:14:03 AM AEST
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| LOL... i always hate the morning after... great poem... |
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