I can write drunK!

True story.

I can write drunk, just like Ernest Hemmingway,
Can't describe taste like him,
Sorry Seth...

I can type on here,
Congratulate my typemanship,
Sure, I've corrected typos,
But how could anyone else as doused as me?

Did girls look at me?
Or did I look at girls?

Questions for a sober mind,
Those bars...
They remind my mind,
My mind is reminded,
I'm minding a lot...

Kelly.

The End

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