My mind couldn't function,
We were lost in the fog,
But kept driving through the junction
Till we parked next to a log.
I was carried through a doorway
Of a cabin near a lake,
Who are all these people,
Are they real or are they fake?
Alcohol was flowing
And the air was full of smoke,
My appetite was growing,
Someone handed me a coke.
A man with several women
Was sitting on the floor,
Soon the man began to notice
One he's never seen before.
He stood right up to meet me
And in a tender voice
He said,
' Someday I'm going to marry you,
I've made my final choice.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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