Confessions of a drunk poet

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just to prove u wrong

when drunk i can still rhyme a song

tequila may burn my throat

but it is rhyme in my blood that floats

my eyes may droop in bliss

in woes i can still find my bliss

you may not like the taste of beer

trust me when drunk it is not that queer

red wine over good food is awesome

ah crap am drunk wholesome

Key is the Key

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tumbling down the rabbit hole

wish like alice i knew the right keyhole

but then again what is the point

when it is the key which its holder it anoints