Excess

Abundant wine last Saturday, although
accompanied by lavish food and chat,
resulted in an interrupted flow
of recollection. Maybe worse than that,
a headache bowed my neck and didn’t go
away until I slept and drank a vat
of water. It should come as no surprise
how age takes longer to metabolize.

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