I like to think I am creative. Especially when I am drinking. (As it would turn out, I also tend to think I can sing, which apparently, I cannot.)
Anyway, was at a friends house last weekend and wrote a magnetic words poem. Found it on my phone today.
It's not a bad attempt:
It reads:melancholy lady doth woe
but a raucous drunkard
must party through tempt.
I'll let you decide if I am the melancholy lady or raucous drunkard.
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