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By Anonymous

   He used to drink, like you wouldn't believe.

And I was stuck, I couldn't leave.

Never have I witnessed such a disgrace.

I knew there was no way out, I could tell by his face.

Downstairs was where his anger dwelled.

Punished them for what they held.

I heard them cry, I heard them scream.

I just pretended that it was a dream.

Two of the ways by which I saw.

I felt bad for the holder of the shortest straw.

Yells engulfed this hollow room.

I thought I was gone, this was my doom.

But I found my way - it's out of his.

But it's too bad for the other kids.





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