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Monday, 4 May, 2020

A litre of cheap brandy coz why not?
Been up since 4am and wrote till noon.
I'd like to get to bed before too soon
But first I'm going to have another shot
And finish this before I lose the plot
And put on Spotify and play a tune
And sing along too loud like a buffoon
And wish that I could do things I cannot.
I'll stay up far too late - I know, I know -
Grow maudlin as the brandy slips away
And stick a post on Facebook I'll regret.
But I don't mind; I'm going with the flow;
It's been a quietly productive day -
Come, Drunkenness, and wrap me in your net!
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