I went for a drink dad 
And I thought about what you said 
You told me not to take drugs dad
        
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        you told me to be good daddy
daddy i cry
why didnt you hepl me
before i die
        
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        SHE WAS BUT A CHILD
A FINE BONNY GIRL
UNTIL SHE HEARD THESE SAD WORDS
        
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I am a gay woman who lives in manchester. Two years ago I worked as a social worker, dealing with abused children and prisoners with drug problems. I became ill and could no longer work so I decided to write true poetry about all the lovely people. I have composed my poems from their real life stories. I have not had any published yet and hope these first ones grab the interest or a Uk publisher. I have received positive acclaim from American editors but I have yet to meet a publisher who understands the true message of my work.)
                    I Went For A Drink Dad
                    
                    I went for a drink dad 
And I thought about what you said 
You told me not to take drugs dad 
So I had a drink instead 
 I felt proud as I drove my car home
 I didn’t take any drugs 
I remembered what you said
 dad I was waiting for your hugs
  I got into my car dad
 Sure to get home very safe
 I never knew what I hit dad
 I suddenly lost my head
  Now im lying on the floor dad
 And I hear the police say 
He never knew what hit him 
The boy was where he lay 
 The blood is all around me 
As im trying to stay sane
 I can hear them say loudly 
That she is to blame
  So im sorry dad 
IV killed an innocent child I
 wish you had warned me 
About drink not drugs instead 
 I wish you could kiss me 
As I lie here and die
 I wish I could forgive myself 
So I love you and goodbye.