Komlas Nanen
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Every morning around this time
I get a picture in my mind
I remember how you put the herring sandwich
to my hangover
it was hardly any other way
could have gotten over it
burns to cure me
The first cigarette in the morning had a bad taste
yet I smoked it to the end< br/>stomach twists
blood escapes from the head
as the smoke thickens
mother wished her son a priest
son sang sang and drank< br/>mother hoped the boy drank
I have a feeling
it feels like the eggs are atrophying
falling away
in pieces a human rag around the world
poor k¶ one barks
The mother wished her son a priest
the boy sang sang and sang
The mother wished the son drank
The mother wished her son a priest
the boy sang sang and drank
mother wished son drank

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