The Drunkard Poem by Conley Murray
The Drunkard
One bright and sunny day,
a little boy went out to play.
A drunk in disarray,
came by and killed the little boy and sped away.
Dad and mom came running out in pain and fear,
(Cried Out) WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO OUR LITTLE BOY
THAT WAS SO DEAR!
(OH DRUNKARD OH DRUNKARD) now what do you think?
Is this enough to stop you from taking another drink? !
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7/23/2025 3:47:05 PM # 1.0.0
little boy so dear, little dream so refine..