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Frere Jacques (Or What Was I Thinking?)
It was a Saturday night, at around seven o’clock. Still at home until the phone rang, “Jacques, is that you?” the voice said. “Yes” I said and quickly realized it was Simon. “Come down to Club 21, all the gang’s here” he implored. I quickly changed and ran out the door. Oh, yes, everyone was there, a cornucopia of mixed delights. Jeannie was there in a bright, tight blue dress. Mandy was there dancing in a halter. The twins, Bobbi and Bette, were smiling and offering drinks. I couldn’t say no, now could I? One thing led to another, drinks then did flow. Looked at my watch, where did time go? It was five in the morning, so I walked on home Still wobbly and painless, but managed to roam. It’s now nine in the morning, laying in bed. What is that sound, and pain in my head? My sister is yelling, to me, from the door. Why did I ever agree to drink more? She’s yelling that mom said we all have to go. “It’s church time now, Jacques, Sunday you know?” Oh why, yes, oh why, did I drink, not stay sober? Now I am just suffering from the biggest hangover. But my sister’s still screaming and louder she gets! “Get outta here”, I shouted, “I need some more rest!”
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