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January 2017 Collage Poem - Hungover
Homeless salvation in the snow
Begging barristers of poisonous kingship
My mug of prison tea
Is the hangover drink for me
The morning after a too merry night of play
No regrets until she calls me the following day,
A sparkling jet of water streams
Into the glass
Poetry; art with words
Truthful tunes played by a Pied Piper
Happy drinks, happy times
...Monday 9th January 2017 9:50 pm
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