I stumble into slumber land,
mostly confused,
shaken by my bewilder meant,
left behind by my muse,
lost in dream state,
of pail white Hughes,
the loud after party,
still echo’s and amused,
banging, my head,
laughter, stumble to bed,
with pain to soon after,
that I will dread.
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