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Drunk Dad

Drunk Dad

 

Drunkies everywhere I go,

outside I see drunkies.

I saw a drunkie and it reminded me of dad.

Back then when dad was a big time Drunkie,

everyday having his beer on his hand.

Coming home from work smelling bad and acting up.

Dad always find some ways to argue.

But Mr.Drunkie stopped drinking once he lost something he loved.

Before, Dad never listened because he was always trippin.

 

Brianna Carlin

 

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