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About This Poem
Number 7
I wish i had a happpy story to tell
but for me life's twist's and turn's
left me doing back flips now my sense
of right and wrong is clouded by
all this brown liquoor the thrist was
created from old emotional battles
of my past but who knows for tomorrow
may never come so I'm gonna drink
away all my sorrow until my eyes
see no more
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