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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hangover Sunday
[time] => 2005-01-07 00:57:44
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[bodytext] => It’s 10 o’ clock in the morning Aftermath the long island teas, the vodkas, the gin-tonics This feeling I have now… Must I get up …? Rise and shine is not in my vocabulary now Go away wife… Don’t whisper to my ear I’ll bite you if you come near My head is throbbing now The spine is wedged on my king size four-post bed I can hardly open my eyes But I need to take a leak now How to move without walking? I feel like THX 1138 Where’s my coffee, wife ? Thought you promised bed-sex-breakfast Oh god.. relieve me, release me I think I’m not a go for these things anymore (though I think I’ll do it next weekend) [comments] => 1 [counter] => 142 [topic] => 43 [informant] => nomadsoul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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