Saturday Night

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One, two, three, four

stuck at the patio party no more

left to discuss a mess

with a mom in a Hawaiian dress, no less.

Five, six, seven, eight

now having lost my date

alone I ate and ate

and drank to some excess.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve

I could take no more and fell

face forward, my body, prostrate

defeated by my dark duress.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 26, 2014 ⏰

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