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He walks his staggerd walk,
Gets in and searches for room to talk.
He knows his days are done,
As he chats about his only son.
He thinks about how the hunger has grown,
And wanders about the life he could of sewn.
After time he puts the bottle back to his brains,
Sure not to ease up or he might be aware of all the pain.