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I'Ve a Hole In My Head

Cadaver, Godiva and Quiver
     I believe that I've poisoned my liver

   Pushcart on the ramp fell apart
     I'm afraid I've damaged my heart

   Pencil Lead, Interbred, Seeing Red
     I think I've a hole in my head

   Had to beg for a keg of bootleg
     They just amputated both legs

   Only one thing I dread even more
     ~ A fall from the bed to the floor
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July 27, 2022 at 7:47 PM
Drank a liter; lost my meter. Fell on a climb; lost my rhyme.
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