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Oct 2020
I saw my dad order one
Then the next
Then the next
Until it became five beers
His words started to slur
His voice was alarmingly loud
His confidence was breaming
And deep secrets revealed
This never use to worry me
After him and my mom divorced
I knew there was no one to drive him home.
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Coffee with Cream
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Coffee with Cream  16/F/South Africa
(16/F/South Africa)   
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