Drink?

The contents of my fridge

By Adam StanbridgePublished about a year ago • 1 min read

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I shouldn't have drunk my stash

Perhaps I was being rash

Nowhere is left open

So I turn to needing pen

I'll make sure tomorrow is a bash

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About the Creator

Adam Stanbridge

All my stories are linked and are part of the same "Universe" I'm actively forging. I can also be found on OpenScreenplay, Facebook, thisisomniwar.com and of course am a member of the AWG.

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Nice work

Very well written. Keep up the good work!

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The Invisible Writerabout a year ago
Haha
Mike Singleton - Mikeydredabout a year ago
Just do it, nice use of limerick form

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The contents of my fridge

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