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a round of bourbon
Contributed by
fortunesdancer
on
Thursday, 30th April 2009 @ 02:01:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
FamilyPoems
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when will he be home too soon too soon reaking of the whisky and a worse for drink my daddies got a curse he's got a curse for drink
never glanced another women never touched the bad stuff but were always out of purse cos my daddies got a curse he's got a curse for drink
never angry nor bitter not a blabber nor twitter not a man of rage but a man of love i thought a good man of him i loved him to eternity but my daddy had a curse he had a curse for drink
and when that day morns that lad aint my daddy that curse kills him even more it killed him he fell into a swirl of bourbon a sleep from which no man can awaken it eats my soul today cos my daddy had a curse he had a curse for drink
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