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Too Much Ale

im lying face down in the street
it seems i tripped over my feet
i think it was the ale
that caused my epic fail
ill just sleep here on the concrete
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Gauthier Avatar
January 13, 2020 at 9:53 PM
Well penned, Timothy. Want a pillow?
Mcguire Avatar
January 14, 2020 at 1:26 PM
THAT WOULD HELP!
Wolf Avatar
January 10, 2020 at 12:41 PM
Pleasant dreams on that concrete... Hope it's good for what ails you! ~ gw
Mcguire Avatar
January 10, 2020 at 8:21 PM
Funny!
Cunningham Avatar
January 10, 2020 at 2:27 AM
Hope it was worth it, hard landing, throbbing head guaranteed lol
Mcguire Avatar
January 10, 2020 at 8:21 PM
Yes!
Laurie Avatar
January 9, 2020 at 11:40 PM
Hello Timothy … the safest place when you're in that state - catch you soon Timothy - Lindsay
Mcguire Avatar
January 10, 2020 at 8:21 PM
that is right!
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