Category: Identity
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Writing and sharing a piece of poetry: Cheers
Not a drop has touched my lips I haven’t had that ‘fix’ no sips, no spirits, no wine, no beer Twenty one when I first said, “One day I’ll be sober at least for a year”
Not a drop has touched my lips I haven’t had that ‘fix’ no sips, no spirits, no wine, no beer Twenty one when I first said, “One day I’ll be sober at least for a year”