Thunking Drunk
i'd written
and thought
hidden several
drafts but cheers
to the last
pint that has
me with frothy
mustache over my
hairy but
beware of
the tickle to
come when i
down
the last
draft and
laugh and
say gan bei
cin cin salud
prost and skal
but after awhile
i'm
lost in
translation
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Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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