The Hair Of The Dog

We do what we shouldn’t.
I wouldn’t
Enquire
Into another’s desire
For when the wine flows
The staid
Maid
Shows …

When the day is warm
Bees to flowers swarm,
Birds sing
And the sting
Seems far away.

They say
That the hangover cure
Is the hair of the dog.
Good god
Are they sure!?

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