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j ü I was thinking in relation to a story with elements of current news and nostalgia about my uncle. He was a monster as an alcoholic. He was obnoxious. He liked my friends yet I can’t remember if the neighbor little girl sat on his lap in the yard. My memory’s confused because he did love my aunt. And it was innocent then. However the point’s that today men go crazy in their relations with others. Often it involves the bar. But many times it’s the guy that you go out with or a husband or boyfriend that becomes too much. So this is a poem well done love. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
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BC-A
on November 5, 2010 at 7:42 AM
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