Drinking Game. A Triolet.

Last night I couldn’t remember my name
This morning I think I could lose myself in you
Something told me it would never be the same
Last night I couldn’t remember my name

Maybe I shouldn’t have played that drinking game
One drink after another there was nothing I could do
Last Night… I couldn’t remember my name
This Morning… I think I could lose my self in you.

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I'm a long time net user and writer. I just thought I'd collect somethings here.
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