Larry Lenwell
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Poem "Last Night":
- written August 2009
- published September 3, 2009
- viewed 40 times
Other poems by Larry Lenwell:
»A Daughter Lost, A Daughter Found«
»A Thought«
»Her Voice«
»Life's Journey«
»My Fault«
»My Wish«
»Near The End«
»Nightfall«
»Reality of Life«
»The Habit«
»This Life I Have Endured«
»Woe Is Me«
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Poem "Last Night":
- written August 2009
- published September 3, 2009
- viewed 40 times
Other poems by Larry Lenwell:
»Last Night«
The way I feel is very strange and something I'm not used to
Could it be the booze last night and the hotel room I think I have checked into
I kind of remember as we danced and laughed and talked throughout the night
Her hair of red, eyes of blue and a body that to look at, was a delight
Then all of a sudden, out of the blue, I felt it taking effect
That feeling of dizziness from the last drink I had, was causing a visual defect
From that drink on and for the rest of the night, my actions are a blur
But some things stand out as I recollect about my night with her
When I woke this morning feeling bad and sipped on a stale coca cola
I realized now this girl I met, her real name could not be Lola
Her hair of red was now a brown and her body looked like a Luke
Oh my God I have to go, I think I am going to puke
Could it be the booze last night and the hotel room I think I have checked into
I kind of remember as we danced and laughed and talked throughout the night
Her hair of red, eyes of blue and a body that to look at, was a delight
Then all of a sudden, out of the blue, I felt it taking effect
That feeling of dizziness from the last drink I had, was causing a visual defect
From that drink on and for the rest of the night, my actions are a blur
But some things stand out as I recollect about my night with her
When I woke this morning feeling bad and sipped on a stale coca cola
I realized now this girl I met, her real name could not be Lola
Her hair of red was now a brown and her body looked like a Luke
Oh my God I have to go, I think I am going to puke
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