The sleepiness of red wine is in my big brain.
The alcohol does not stop my heart aches and joint pain.
Somewhere beneath my baggy eyes there is a dream.
My past memories are but a vast empty stream.
Chocolate chip cookies helped to wash the nasty taste down.
This is not close to painting of red around town.
My response time is more unfocused and slower.
This blog is difficult as my eyelids lower.
Being drunk is not good and not a bit longer.
My spirit is soaring and feeling much stronger.
The wine in Styrofoam cup gave me this feeling.
We bade farewell to ‘Crys’, while my head was reeling.
This fine blog is a joke and a moral for all.
The fun with others is during a party call.
My empty stomach and hunger late in the day
made me forget the effects of this red bouquet.
Revised on 07-10-2006 at 09:33PM…
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Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!