Drunkenly, I wend my way across the dancefloor
Tentatively, I reach for the door; it moves.
Blearily, I tried to decipher what is happening.
And then realise. Ah, a revolving door.
Not supernatural. Not just drunkenness.
A lucid explanation.
Now, to navigate through.
RANDOM THOUGHTS by Trish 
Oh thank God!
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Now that’s like entering a maze when one is under the influence!
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Never trust one of those when you’re tipsy!
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Round in a circle and back into the room! Nice one…
My forty three!
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