I imagined my father as Atticus Finch
And the way he shot that rifle to kill
The rabid dog sent my heart jumping
Like a wild deer
Sadly he was more like
Bukowski’s old man than
Atticus
I’ll drink to that….
I imagined my father as Atticus Finch
And the way he shot that rifle to kill
The rabid dog sent my heart jumping
Like a wild deer
Sadly he was more like
Bukowski’s old man than
Atticus
I’ll drink to that….
It’s not good to drink alone –
I’ll have one with you
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