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This is what I wrote and promised to myself 22:07 March 6th [that i would blog it]. So why does alcohol make everything seem better? The people at the end of the bendy bus seem like they are at the end of the country. And am I at the centre? Alcohol makes me feel artistic am I? I'm writing with a pen from France, a pen who sent mercury with it. And now I am running out of room will I be able to read my own writing? Ha some guy made a joke about being married. But I love it.
Auckland, so I
wonder
are you
the centre of it all?
No, there are
others
who exude
more character
more history
more love
more devotion
more loyalty
But I had,
Auckland,
an experience
which I will
remember forever
an experience
which
bought me to tears
Welcome Home,
Auckland,
New Zealand,
Welcome Home
to tears I
have come
Auckland
you have
bought me
to tears
emotion of
a nation
so divided
but loving
so separated
but loving
to tears
the singing
of
a nation
thank you and
haere mai
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Hahahahah I have to laugh at myself... I'm not sure if I should take drunken poem writing any further than this.
1 comment:
I can't write poetry stone, cold sober so you are a clever girl, ( wine sodden !!!), BUT clever.
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