Drunk and Dead

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Oh father dear father, please remember me.

You have gone delusional, drunk and about dead.

Oh father! Dear father, this hand beneath your head.

It is some dream that I had once had, when I was in your arms instead.

Oh Father, dear father, forget the alcohol, forget the smoking.

My dad does not hear me... his lips are pale and still

My dad does not feal my arm, he has no pulse or will.

Oh father, dear father I look at you with mournful tread.

As I put you in your casket for you have fallen cold and dead..

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