tiny glassesA Poem by ChristineI. I'm doing the things they used to do for me when I was little; I never knew there would come a day when I would do them alone II. you always kept canada dry in the refrigerator at your house on ransom road where you held secrets in your basement and fed them the table scraps when you thought we couldn't see you you served us ginger ale in tiny glasses III. leave work go to price chopper spend over $87 buy Canada dry come home and put it in the biggest glass you can find. no one is here to tell me not to drink so much IV. I heard about the time you beat the s**t out of him for getting drunk and he never did it again He drank ginger ale out of tiny glasses © 2016 Christine |
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