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Foot Rug Blues
Contributed by
namesaretaken
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Friday, 10th December 2004 @ 02:00:44 PM in AEST
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I bought a Mickey of vodka
For it I charged on Visa
I drank too much like Iam from Russia
Stumbling with stomach nausea
No Keys
No Shirt
No Shoes
No Socks
Swaying back and forth down the sidewalks
I go home to find the door locks
I am stuck outside with no place to go
Too much liquor I cant even climb through the window
No ones home to let me in
So I sleep on the foot rug in just my skin
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2004-12-10 14:00:44]
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Re: Foot Rug Blues
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by zenmind on
Friday, 10th December 2004 @ 02:25:32 PM AEST
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I like the image that this poem brought to my mind. hahaha it makes me laugh. No doubt, a lot of us have been there before. It reminds me of that one time.......multiply by a million
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