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Drunk Fuzzy Time Capsule
Woke up drunk under the desk
sporting afterburner breath,
and couldn't recall the cause.
Bumped my head after a pause
and found my way to the bath.
I'm sure together we'd laughed --
today my head is hurting.
Wherewithal was given to you
when my situation improved,
and I brought myself to brighten.
The next day I would be frightened,
nervous about the coming march
across the greater glade: we'd part
a ways down the stream where things could
be improved greatly. Where we should
settle, I'm not aware; but there,
I'd hope we could maintain and share
center to find balance in,
a sequence we'd quote on whim,
a place to store our joys, woes;
everything of us once known.
