Poems of a Free Man: Hungover, Friday, nine a.m.

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Friday, January 4, 2008

Hungover, Friday, nine a.m.

Fish and chips hot, greasy crisp, fried golden splashed with malt vinegar And a squeeze of lemon Sounds really, really good right now. Sign in to see full entry.

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