Grandmother Drug Poems

When I was young,                     ...

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Have you ever thought about dying,                   ...

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Summer so hot and so lazy,                   ...

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Many have been healed by faith.                   ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The acrid smell of opium
Or was it marijuana? 
Could he tell the difference?
He was in a drug-induced stupor
One that did not lend itself to know...

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I was born to be a survivor and a fighter.
That's why I became a writer.
As a child the physical abuse I endured.
Being a baby it...

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Having a dream can be so amazing.
But if you're not going to put the work in it, then why chase it.
To follow your dreams is...

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Your life was a whirlwind
full of clouds and fog
unable to see

People held out their hand
to help you, feed you, clothe you,
unable to see

You chose a...

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Past times have come,
they lurk within the darkness,
as I sit here fighting to continue on with my journey,
tears roll down my face thinking of....
the things...

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Golden age of summer,
spent in a small
Iowa town where
I used to slumber.

So many summers ago
spending magic moments
with my old pal shep
at the old swimming hole.

Rexall...

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