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[sid] => 118773
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Ode To The Crack Pipe
[time] => 2006-04-21 22:46:32
[hometext] => It's sad when something so destructive has a stronger hold on someone than you do.
[bodytext] => He loved the crack pipe more than me, My love for him, could he not see? I gave to him all I could give, I wanted him well, to see him live. That damn pipe was his closest friend, And I finally realized, that this was our end. Our little children for him they would cry, And they would ask him, "Why daddy, why?" When there was no money for his next high, He would beg, cheat, steal and lie. When to him, no Money I'd give, A beating I would recieve, lucky to live. When he was angry, he was a frightening sight, My children and I would flee into the night. Not looking back, afraid of what I'd see, Is that him coming after me? I didn't lose my husband to a biotch or a whore, But to a little white rock that came through my door. It was sad to see him sitting there, With nothing to say, just a blank empty stare. I looked at that shell that used to be a man, And remember when we used to walk hand in hand. But then one day, that rock he did find, And he left his wife and children behind. My children and I are now doing well, But he is still living hes own personal hell. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 75 [informant] => onceandagain [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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