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Mar 2014
She drinks wine in the morning,
whiskey in the early afternoon
& passes out with brandy.
Some say she's got demons.
But you would too
if your father
bought you
just a lottery ticket
for Christmas,
while giving away the farm
to his new kids,
born to him &
his new wife.
A sad poem about a friend of mine.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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