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To the morning, hail
I glanced at the cracked mirror,
My sorry face was dead pale.
I rubbed hard my tired eyes,
But to no visible avail.
No, it was no wonder at all
I felt like bombarded by hail.
Last night I got pissed as a skunk
With the help of some no-ginger ale.
I looked through the news
Like they were written in Braille.
What little I could see in there,
Alas, was less fresh than stale.
I got up from the chair,
walked as fast as a snail,
all the way to the front door,
just to see there’s no mail.
Style / type:
Structured: Western
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Content level:
Not Explicit Content
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Geezer
Thu, 2022-09-01 09:37
This sounds like...
the morning after one hell of a night before! LoL
Good job of describing a hangover! ~ Geezer.
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Jack W. Stanley
Thu, 2022-09-01 17:14
Hi Geezer,
One hell of a night it sure was ;-)
Cheers!
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