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Oct 2015
I was taken back to the age of twenty one
Just a few minutes ago, thinking
I was the son of a madman alcoholic who seemed to know only what living was while drunkened to his stupor. But I loved my dad despite his way's of binging and not coming back for week's.
Dad again to you I wish I could speak.
Tommy Jackson
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Tommy Jackson  Mississippi
(Mississippi)   
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