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The Poor Ol’ Drunkard
The booze in the glass, just a reflecting pool. He looked down, didn’t like what stared back. His swollen eyelids and hollow cheeks, sticky stuff on his chin. Poor old guy was pretty messed up.
His face spoke of rough living and so many disappointments since he was born … Hopes crumbled to dust and dreams drowned in misery.
So now he stumbled, he stumbled to the gates o’ hell. Stairs leading to the place where his double-barreled lay.
Swollen eyedlids and hollow cheeks, sticky stuff on his chin. Poor old guy was pretty messed up. Since the day the Lord took his wife. Since the day the Lord took his wife away.
So on the stairs down to salvation the drunkard lost his footing … He broke his weary spine, while on the way to end his woe.
Now the drunkard just lay there, he never reached his gun. And he never learned why he was on The Lord’s Shitlist number one.
Friday, 21st of april, the body of Mr. Bell was discovered by his only remaining relative, grand-niece Wilma Murray of Bell. Officials said Mr. Bell had been lying dead in his cellar for more than 24 days.The Poke County Sheriff Grady Jude said „There’s no case since there are no open questions left.“
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