Every time
I hear of one more,
it reminds me of my grandmother,
lost deep inside the bottle,
she whittled away to nothing
& died from an exploding liver.
Sadly for us, just another
born-again ******
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
Every time
I hear of one more,
it reminds me of my grandmother,
lost deep inside the bottle,
she whittled away to nothing
& died from an exploding liver.
Sadly for us, just another
born-again ******
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