was sort of cool, being tipsy,
and wobbly
in the late
night
hours with
happy hour turning into
one a.m.
at the blink
of an eye.
one more for the road?
one last
dance or kiss,
or song to sing
before the lights go
up
and the place closes.
how we survived those
years,
i'll never know.
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