Drunk Author: drunken editor
Location: Breast Area
When: 12/18/1999
What: This bar had some string beer which gave way to weak poetry!
Why: No woman around to make love with at that moment
de comment: sufficiently bad as are all my poems
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Strong Beer

My prolific ness is near
to over
My name could be rover
- wish my cup would bend-over
I cannot write
I have no sight
I cannot Rhyme
yes out of
    - money
    - time
    - health
    - patients
    - companionship
    - lovers
    - discovery
Wow, what a stinking poem
Like rats without homes
A nomad without destination
A sea without a faucet
A peace keeper without grenade
A war without enemy
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