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Dec 2019
I could wear feathers in my hair
but I still would be no bird
flying is beyond my spells.

If I drink peyote I get all out of shape
howl like a wolf
and dance like a chicken.

Whiskey makes you brave
but the next day
you want to hide under a rock.
Written by
nivek
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