It was only me, the pen, the paper.

Perfect. Let’s have a drink,

maybe two? What do you think?

 

Oh Muse, let’s meet in Paradise,

I want to see you next to me.

But do you love for free?

 

I doubt. I doubt the sober men,

everything is wrong with them.

Do they deserve a loving heart?

 

Listen, I think I’m gone. Please,

do not ask me when or where,

give me another beer, it’s all I want!

 

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