The Hangover

I must tread carefully as I meander through the empty bottles and cans towards the kitchen!

Gingerly I look up with throbbing head towards the cupboard above!

Tremble ginger biscuit crumb fingers slide the inside of packet, rumble stomach need ginger biscuit crumble.

Need paracetamol to kick to touch the throb! What day is it?

Never will I drink that much again but never will I keep that promise!


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