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© Steven Richardson
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SNAKE BITE
Poetry
I don't know why, I drink till it's dry, by the morning I feel as though I'm going
to die, forcing my rain, empty champagne, I think I can throw a lot like a bird in
the sun, every night I so sleep myself tight, listening to friends talking nonsense
and shite, dry as I might, I still drink till it's dry, finishing up with some mucus
neck by it, not until I have drank every drop, not until morning, while I was up, pouring
it down to my heads things around, on the bottle I feel, as though I will most round, every
night I so sleep myself tight, listening to friends talking nonsense and shite, dry as
I might, I still drink till it's dry, finishing up with some mucus neck by it, I wake
with it on, that's his black as a bang, my head starts pouring like the scene I'm
going, I start to evade that so loud and so long, it hangs in the air, killing all the
birds song, every night I so sleep myself tight, listening to friends talking nonsense
and shite, dry as I might, I still drink till it's dry, finishing up with some mucus
neck by it, somebody's hammering, so hard at my door, with a hue and a cry on it,
terrible for a raw, next thing I know, I'm dragged naked in all, by the shutters and his
due to the man of the law, every night I so sleep myself tight, listening to friends talking
nonsense and shite, dry as I might, I still drink till it's dry, finishing up with
some mucus neck by it,
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Podcast hosts
- StevenRichardso..
@StevenRichardso..