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[title] => A Hangover
[time] => 2008-06-02 01:53:34
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[bodytext] => In the morning, ‘fore last Night jousts in pangs, ‘Fore she recalls gins, or origins, And she is up for grabs, And any name sinks in its fangs; When any pauper nabs At the greasy feathers on her wings, When the sunlight lays siege On perfected rot and pecks in disarray At the impeccable softness of day -- And stains the thrush’s throat that sings, ‘Fore she remembers the antidote of rum To drown out the humdrum Villains who come and go, Leaving the doorway open for a skin, Or another accomplice Circa tombs of light-locked pumice, She reaches for an aspirin To quell the shapeless sin. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 43 [informant] => screwge [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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