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Poem By rose ann

he took me to the park
he swang me on the swing
but after a drink it seems like he is swingin'
he needs a drink to settle the tears
he needs a drink to handle the fears
He is so high that he can reach the sky
Like a free burd he takes the chance
he is wasted like the money you paied for the homecoming dress last year
he is wasted like thrown away paper
he's life is getting wasted

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Pretty good. Nice rhyme.