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Trouble
Contributed by
xSexyTexasGuyx
on
Saturday, 20th March 2004 @ 04:36:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Its 2 o clock, all the bars are closed
My dad is on his way home, drunk and on the road
Angry about something, Prolly nothing at all
But ill be the one to take the fall
The door opens, i see him stumble in
The trouble is about to begin
"Get over here son"
The trouble has just begun
His fist goes up, and i hear the crack as it hits my head
After all the abuse, its a wonder im not dead
Agian and agian i feel the pain
The alcholol makes him insane
What did i do to deserve this pain?
My lost is his gain
He saids he loves me and he wont do it agian
But next weekend, the Trouble will begin
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2004-03-20 16:36:09]
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Re: Trouble
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by deathdrop on
Saturday, 20th March 2004 @ 04:53:49 PM AEST
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