Ramblings From Inside the Bottle
When tis no longer light,The bottle close to my lips at nightMy mind wanders to a time pastWhen folks in me they put trust.Days when the bottle wasn’t so dearAnd my brain be so clear.Days when my children delighted in their PopWhen I couldn’t touch even a drop!How did it come to this?Could someone explain to me please?Why do I love the bottle so?Why do I care less about my flow?Dear momma tried…
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