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This is just to say

That I have eaten

All the biscuits

That we’re in

the cupboard

Of which

I should probably

Have saved you

At least one

Forgive me

They were quite nice

Even though I

Sicked them up after

A hungover poem from me to my flatmate after we drank all our alcohol, i ate a bad egg, and cried in my bed about eating all the biscuits. to clarify I was sick bc I was really very hungover and the sugar hit was just too much ✌️

PSA: do not buy biscuits in quarantine- I will eat them

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