April 7, 98 Poem --              Drunk
	Today is the day To drink without thought Take in the joy Savour the hour Til the last drop Goes Under the floor. Ahoy! It's a new day! With an hour robbed A new life Springs out from Half drunken minds. A headache stirs near But the heart is warm Sweetness lingers As the hour rolls on The dancefloor of old Now The cradle of a story Half buried Still struggling to be born. Today is the day To think without fear Take in the air That swirls like rose petals Forget the thorns! That is not how we live. Take the plunge And soar high with your heart. Jane - April 6 after engine party
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