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A poem about the morning after the night before. Can be read forward and backwards

I’m going to die, she thought.

I can’t believe this is actually happening,

Free drinks all night!

I hate the phrase:

Just stay in and be sensible.

Why can’t I

Throw caution to the wind?

I never get hangovers anyway.

Only idiots think

I’m getting too old for this and

I need to slow down.

It makes me sick to my stomach,

Thinking about Saturday night

Lying in bed, curled up, not moving.

I’m shaking, sweating

I can feel butterflies in my stomach

And it’s like I’m on a rollercoaster

There’s a fire burning inside of me.

Every inch of my body is pounding

I’ll never forget this feeling.

 

The next morning:

 

I’ll never forget this feeling.

Every inch of my body is pounding

There’s a fire burning inside of me.

And it’s like I’m on a rollercoaster

I can feel butterflies in my stomach

I’m shaking, sweating

Lying in bed, curled up, not moving.

Thinking about Saturday night

It makes me sick to my stomach,

I need to slow down.

I’m getting too old for this and

Only idiots think

I never get hangovers anyway.

Throw caution to the wind?

Why can’t I

Just stay in and be sensible.

I hate the phrase:

Free drinks all night!

I can’t believe this is actually happening,

I’m going to die, she thought.

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