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2015
New Year 2015
A great fiasco it turned out
Recuperating
After a long illness
Thought I was twenty
Too much red wine,
Too much food,
My suit is at the cleaner’s.
Sun lit winter day
I dare not go out
They will point a finger at me
There he goes, right as rain,
But I know,we all do, he vomited on his suit.
A great fiasco it turned out
Recuperating
After a long illness
Thought I was twenty
Too much red wine,
Too much food,
My suit is at the cleaner’s.
Sun lit winter day
I dare not go out
They will point a finger at me
There he goes, right as rain,
But I know,we all do, he vomited on his suit.
Published 2nd Jan 2015
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