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Bottom of a bottle

At the bottom of a bottle,
In a life of such despair.
A place where i had no worries,
And I did not need to care.

Stealing from a piggy-bank,
And my wifes brown leather purse.
Blaming our own two children,
That alcohol's a curse.

Sober in the morning light,
Open bottle at my side.
I wake and reach to have a drink,
And resume that magic ride.

Fourteen years as an alchi,
In forty years of pain.
I've thrown away the bottle now,
And I'll try not to drink again!




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