<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362005" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Daddy, Put Down The Bottle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the looking glass <br>of my bottle of wine, <br>I see the world in hazy colours <br>within this oblivion of mine. <br>A voice rings out from somewhere, <br>one I barely recognise. <br>“Daddy, put down the bottle <br>and become again a friend of mine.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look around at muddled faces <br>with eyes half awake <br>and my befuddled brain <br>fails to record where I am. <br>I raise an awkward smile <br>to someone I cannot recognise. <br>“Daddy, put down the bottle <br>and become again a friend of mine.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I steady myself at the table <br>my balance has lost its touch. <br>Eyes look down hauntingly <br>as I reach out for touch. <br>The voice rings out again, <br>the one I barely recognise. <br>“Daddy, put down the bottle <br>and become again a friend of mine.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The coloured haze before my eyes <br>become darker in a cloud. <br>My world is spinning around me <br>in a befuddled mess. <br>Limbs become useless <br>as I crumple to somewhere. <br>The voice is fading now. <br>“Daddy, put the bottle down, ” <br>and ends with a crying sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">4 June 2011</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362005" data-title="Daddy, Put Down The Bottle de David Harris" data-description="Through the looking glass of my bottle of wine, I see the world in hazy colours within this oblivion of mine. A voice rings out from somewhere, one I barely recognise. “Daddy, put down the bottle and become again a friend of mine.” I l..."></div> </div> </div>

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