Friday night
the bottom of the bottle in sight,
One, two, three in the morning
stomach grumbles without any warning.
Brain, belly and walls keep spinning
no way, could I go through another Inning.
Four hours sleep,
clutched in a heap.
The birds start to sing
'Got to get out of Bed'
But there's still a swing
inside my head.
Finally drag myself out the sack,
really feeling totally out of wack.
Head say's go back to bed it's all over,
you know the drill,
I'm really hung over.
Re-Release! No longer back-listed. Return to the Olde Ways. The hustle and bustle of modern day life has brought many of us to a quick fix attitude.This book is for those of you who are fed up; have looked at your life and your loved ones and realize
Re-Release! No longer back-listed. Return to the Olde Ways. The hustle and bustle of modern day life has brought many of us to a quick fix attitude.This book is for those of you who are fed up; have looked at your life and your loved ones and realize
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Loved it,
Michael
Unfortunately, I know that drill far too well, and it truly is Hell.
Best wishes
from
kay