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Father Don'T Drink Any More

AW FATHER DON'T DRINK ANY MORE FATHER DON'T DRINK AGAIN 18 Century past life of a boy, a War he had was a static of wealth. His early morning rise with hen Cork. He goes to a kitchen to stoke a fire, a while his mother comes to help him, for his mother was a baker. Perhaps his father was a drunken, though he cannot help his father to drink up a wine. He help his mother to sell her bakery buns. ooohhh! such a little boy on a market with a basket of buns, a people walk toward him with a penny to take the buns, for they were full of mercy. He returns home with a pocket full of penny, with a smiles face of surprise, a moment he enter his home. ohhh! what makes him cried, instead of surprising! A night he spend with crying, and with it singing the song of 'Father don't drink wine again for I am fade up of hearing my mother's crying' 'O father don't drink any more' aww! his father heard his wish though he was drunk a feeling he had was all depression, a moment while the boy sang, his father goes out from home, and jumped into the well, to settle down everything. ohh! meanwhile all are hollow all smile faded away like rose he got rotten.

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