Doors slam, muffling shouts in wood and insulation. Bourbon and beer creep up the stairs.
And only Mom will sleep at home tonight.
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Doors slam, muffling shouts in wood and insulation. Bourbon and beer creep up the stairs.
And only Mom will sleep at home tonight.
WILKECOLLINS: This is one of the best little poems that nobody either appreciated or something. Maybe you could format it differently or something but the words are perfect and the last line is a wicked shot to the heart of a young child. Well done.