Real Ale
i saw my dad on friday night
we sat down,
and we drank real ale
till head became so fuzzy
my thoughts began to fail
i saw my dad on friday night
i tried not to build a relationship
instead i muddled through feelings
which are always hit and miss
i saw my dad on friday night
not really father and son
two adults without common ground
the damage already done
James Garratt
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Real Ale – Unknown Date
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