I woke up in night at 2
with a glass full of brew;
yawning in the dark
and left the dogs barked;
with a pain that I got
someone who made me a blot;
It was alright through out the day, but abrupt I clash into a astray;
it was ruddy , which made me a fey
and was junky, which spoiled my way;
my friends scold me , told me to get rid off
but I refused and made them to run off;
it was the red wine , who made me closer to it
and how awful me got engrossed
for a two bit;
at last I came across a fille , who
told that it was not the real me.
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