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Should you write while under the influence?
That, my dear, is the question.
It’s 2.23 am.A bottle of rose prosecco has been consumed,Soley by oneself.As I contemplate life.And I think of you;And the changes that have sprung on usso suddenly.And it makes me wish I had another bottle.I do.But it’s whisky.The big guns.And as much as I feel we need the big guns for this situation,I know I will have a hell of a head in the morning.But then I think,Who isn’t partial to a little head in the morning.