Often I find myself writing great poems when I have sipped on some alcohol... :) Doesn't usually happen all the time but once in a blue moon I strike the emotional side of me and words keep flowing... when it happens I usually write because I have either found my muse or my thoughts are left wandering through the dead of the night.
Tuesday 18 December 2012
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