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when I was eight

 
my father courage started at
    the neck of a bottle of vodka
                and finished in its puck

I learned early in life that
   what an alcohol fears most
is an empty well

he always said to me,
  "Remember, you don't
have friends, only acquaintances.
             you can't ever trust anyone."

RIGHT...

so I stopped trusting him

   and life, although full of bullshit,
     at times,  has offered me enough
          flowers to reap a garden or two
  
     take that you drunken old
bastard

Written by buddhakitty
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