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June 20, 2008

last night
i spent a sleepless night
my tiny room dimly lit
my bedding soaked wet
my mind all alert
he could not help

last night
i patted his shoulders
i thought he’d do wonders
i, like a baby had shudders
he was fast asleep
he could not help

last night
he drank himself silly
he took the thing fully
he couldn’t come back wholly
he could not help

last night
the warm bed was wet
the good wife was awful
the worst night I had
he could not help

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