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So after looking back over the rambling poems, it seems they are a bit on the not so happy and smurfy side of the fence. I guess from time to time some of the old ghosts from the buried part of my mind resurface and need to be put to rest, which I think is what happened last night. I think it is just a sign that while one bottle of red wine is a treat to enjoy, two bottles are just asking for me to do foolish things....