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Drunk (Spinning Wheel Blues)
Drunk (Spinning Wheel Blues)
Two o’clock
and feeling so high.
Walking on walls
and touching the floor.
Spinning wheel blues
in the back of your mind.
Knowing you can’t take
anymore.
Churning stomach
in time with each spin
as the room turns over
and throws you aside.
You clutch to the bed
as though you would fall
and – somew...
Sunday 28th April 2013 6:51 pm
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