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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475866" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Morning After</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I awoke this morning<br>It was almost yesterday<br>Though it could have been tomorrow<br>I just really couldn't say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My head was facing back to front<br>My nose seemed upside down<br>My eyebrows stuck together<br>In an imbecilic frown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My legs had all the feeling<br>You'd expect from frozen peas<br>Which was further complicated<br>By the loss of both my knees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I tried to focus<br>On a point in time and space<br>My eyes just fled their sockets<br>At a most alarming pace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now what had caused this crisis<br>Which had left me all but dead<br>Screwing up my faculties<br>And messing up my head? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fourteen pints of Real Ale<br>Might well provide a clue<br>Especially when they're followed<br>By some Double Whiskies too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't suppose the Curry<br>Will have helped an awful lot<br>I can't remember what it was<br>But it was Bloody hot! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I closed my eyes against the light<br>To block out all the pain<br>And prayed for equilibrium<br>So I could try again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt quite dehydrated<br>So I crawled off to the sink<br>To fill myself with H2o<br>Simplicity you'd think.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But my attempts to hold the glass<br>Were clearly bound to fail<br>My body shook from head to foot<br>Way off the Richter Scale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just then a can of Speckled Hen<br>Came slowly into view<br>Hairs and Dogs sprang to my mind<br>And it was liquid too! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I drank it down in just one go<br>It seemed to hit the spot<br>The shakes were now subsiding<br>It was helping quite a lot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My eyes began to focus<br>And my head began to clear<br>I thanked the Gods for hairy dogs<br>Normality was near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I quickly took a shower<br>Then I scraped my prickly face<br>I shoved a brush inside my mouth<br>To fumigate the place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My eyes still looked quite bleary<br>And my face looked very pale<br>But I thought I knew the answer<br>A few pints of Abbot Ale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd considered, very briefly<br>Should I join the Temperance Club? <br>But since I'm not too social<br>I'll just stroll down to the Pub! <br>  _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Owain+Glyn">Owain Glyn</a><div class=q>
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<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475866" data-title="The Morning After de Owain Glyn" data-description="When I awoke this morning
It was almost yesterday
Though it could have been tomorrow
I just really couldn't say.

My head was facing back to front
My nose seemed upside down
My eyebrows stuck together
In an imbecilic frown.

My legs had all the fe..."></div>
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