Under The Influence

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July 2002 Poetry

I feel so alive,

so happy,

and free.

I can’t talk,

I can’t walk,

what could this be?

~

I just stutter,

I just mutter,

My words don’t come out right.

I just stumble.

I just fumble.

I can’t even walk right.

~

I can’t write.

I’m out of sight.

What shall I do?

I can’t think,

but haven’t had a drink.

I’m under the influence of you.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 7-16-02.

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