I raise a toast to all matter and anti-matter
To all those who mattered, matter and will matter.
Sometimes I wonder,
Are you still hung over?
Thoughts imprisoned in solitary confinement,
Trying to escape the cells in your brain,
In vain...in vain.
I can talk more sense than you think,
But first, someone get me my drink.
Friday is here...and so is our escape:)
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