The Morning After
Poem by Clifford Banick
When I gaze into the starlit night.
Ghosts and goblins are in flight.
This is a scary time of year.
I think I will have another beer.
The bar keep said you look asight.
I said I am having a terrible night.
When daylight comes I look around.
How did I get here on the ground.
The partys over I have had my fun.
My heads exploding like a gun.
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