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Drunk Poetry

Admittedly I wrote this drunk,
And performed it yet more drunker,
I thought I could keep time & rhyme,
Slurring words between sips of wine,
I was barely able to stand,
Fans where in the palm of my hand,
Although I'm not quite sure how things were,
Actually it was all much a blur,
Shapes and colours all seemed to merge,
I chose to use all the wrong words,

Adjectives got muddled with verbs.
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Monday, July 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: drinking
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Gajanan Mishra 28 July 2014

very beautiful and wise one, thanks. anyway, let me say we belong to poetry, and poetry is there beyond words and grammar ..

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