Actually, I'm not yet drunk.
Dreaming of Emily Clark.
I miss her so.
Why she ignored
My desperate entreaties,
And flew off to Mali,
I'll never know.
People are needy
All over the world.
She needn't travel to see,
And somebody drunk
On his bed in the morning's
Among them,
Someone like me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2011-08-19 at 14:37
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Degrees of Need
I lay here, drunk as a lord,Dreaming of Emily Clark.
I miss her so.
Why she ignored
My desperate entreaties,
And flew off to Mali,
I'll never know.
People are needy
All over the world.
She needn't travel to see,
And somebody drunk
On his bed in the morning's
Among them,
Someone like me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 21 times
Written on 2011-08-19 at 14:37
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