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Long ago, when my boy was wee
Life was not grand for he and me
Ruled by drug infused lunatic
myself he'd choke, the dog he'd kick
Days were long, filled with silence
night brought pain, screaming, violence
The boy cries stop! "Why daddy, why?
You're gonna make my mama die!"
Escape we did into the night
Protected by God's holy light.
I was wary of posting this, but then we've all had our trials, haven't we?
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