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One Hundred Eighty Nine Shots

One shot, im okay.
Two shots, just drowning my troubles.
Three shot, numbers begin to morph.
Thirty-seven shots, feeling woozy but thats okay.
Forty-two shots, I met a girl, we began dancing and all became clear, I forgot what the date was.
Fifty-nine shots, drunk off my, hoping this night won't end.
one hundred twenty seven shots, broke a world record.
one hundred seventy-two shots, carried her home and put her to bed and left.
one hundred eighty-nine shots, back to step one, alone but happy.


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One Hundred Eighty Nine Shots

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