his drinking poem
he only drinks to excess
and with a degree of success
but his memory is gray
when he wakes the next day
wearing pumps and a white satin dress
her drinking poem
I only drink for the buzz
tomorrow I’ll be who I was
but tonight I am free- so tune into me,
the life of the party my love..
S.A. Peck
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