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Next Morning

Head pulses with pain Don’t remember her name Extra dry champagne By Robb A. Kopp

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Doris Culverhouse

Date: 2/9/2010 5:25:00 AM

Oh no, excess is rough, nice poem-funny

Susan Palli

Date: 2/8/2010 11:26:00 PM

Bad boy

Noel Villarosa

Date: 2/8/2010 9:58:00 PM

The bartender have connived with the mysterious girl. Liquors that have flavors are bases, and not spirits and these are a hard blow in the head. Nice entry for a Senryu form. Appreciate so much for your comment to my poem. (^_^) Noel.

John Freeman

Date: 2/8/2010 9:04:00 PM

Haaaaaa! Yea, I remember those days Robb. Don't know what I did last night, but man didn't I have a good time. Smile! Sincerely, Moses