Confessions of a drunk poet

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just to prove u wrong
when drunk i can still rhyme a song

tequila may burn my throat
but it is rhyme in my blood that floats

my eyes may droop in bliss
in woes i can still find my bliss

you may not like the taste of beer
trust me when drunk it is not that queer

red wine over good food is awesome
ah crap am drunk wholesome


Key is the Key

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tumbling down the rabbit hole
wish like alice i knew the right keyhole

but then again what is the point
when it is the key which its holder it anoints