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the life and soul of last night’s party



views with dread 



the very thought



of moving his head



well aware of the daggery pain



that would stab and scour 



each corner of his brain 



leaving him exhausted.



 



fragments 



of remembrances 



of conversations



drift slowly through his mind



making him seem fascist



uncaring and unkind



 



the breakfast he ate for bravado



bacon and eggs warm and greasy



lie on a stomach



already queasy



making him vow 



never again 



if I survive



if I escape 



this hangover alive



 



he recalls with despair the arranged



sunday lunch time pub meet



but to his surprise the first few pints



slips down a treat 



and the joshing from his mates



ease away



the shame and sorrow 



of yesterday.



from the life and soul 



of last night’s party



 



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