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[title] => the honeymoon
[time] => 2002-12-01 14:30:00
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[bodytext] => The Honeymoon
Woke up in a cold hotel room, in winter cold Wales didn’t have coins for the gas heater and it wasn’t quite morning yet. Beside me, in the semi darkness the outline of a woman’s sleeping face, Mohamed Ali hit me in the solar plexus woke up at count nine when the referee was nailing my hands to the floor. Hazily recalled a wedding reception where I was the groom holding on to a table full of food and booze. Why did she had to marry me, didn’t she see that I was drunk? Confused and bleeding I got up off the floor, dressed, went down to the bar and since no one was there pulled myself a pint of lager planning how to get out of that one. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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