We met and we drank one murky night
Two huge bottles
did not blur our sight
When I was
almost a rabid dog
Pretending
I could not yet see fog
We went to
a deserted barn dance
Banged our
heads upon our entrance
No one would
care to shoo us away
Although we
roughly swerve and sway
It did not
matter how we get home
But when we
get up with the spume
The
culprit? We denied, but God knows
`Cause t’was
on the midst of our pillows.
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