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Brad Rose<\/h1>\n

The Nature of Inebriation<\/span><\/h2>\n

Three o\u2019clock in the morning,
\nI wake up
\nand hear the rain
\ngiddy drunk,
\nfalling all over
\nitself
\nbarely able to hit the roof
\nin three or four tries,
\nbut still persists
\nin its
\ndizzy,
\nwasted,
\nplunge.<\/p>\n

\n

Brad Rose<\/strong><\/span>‘s website is www.bradrosepoetry.com<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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