Sunday, 20 February 2011

Spinning

The passing of time
Consumption of wine
The memory fails
Barrels of ale
Standing up you teeter
Spirits by the litre
When you went out everything seemed such fun
Spoiled by shooters and cocktails with Rum
Perhaps in a place much further from now
You filled you belly with beer and didn't even frown
But now you find the room is spinning
And it's much more easy to fall down.

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