There was a song we sang in infant school:
I’ve been to Harlem, I’ve been to Dover
I’ve traveled this wide world all over …
Who would have imagined then, the child, now grown … in London, Paris, Madrid, New York, Chicago, Washington, DC; on transatlantic flights, the Metroliner, the Capitol Limited; behind the wheel in Michigan, New Jersey, Maryland; in offices, libraries, universities, theatres, galleries; in the early hours of morning, at breakfast and lunch, on long afternoons, at night, even in sleep; in the company of family, friends, co-workers, acquaintances, rivals, strangers, and when alone … plastered, smashed, bombed, wasted, tanked, loaded, three sheets to the wind? Over and over. Paraletic. Pished.
Over, over, three times over
Drink all the brandywine and turn the glasses over.
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