Poem of the Day:

Hungover But Happy

Woke up,
Dry Mouth,
Head Hurts,
Throat Sore.
Make myself a breakfast fit for a whore.
Black coffee,
Ciggie.
Everything is fuzzy.
In spite of everything,
I'm grinning.
I'm alive,
Sort of well,
I've survived yesterday's hell.
Hungover,
But Happy.

Tim'05

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