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Glass after glass, he kept drinking,
Li'l boy standing besides stood wondering.
Standing in a corner, his wife kept sobbing,
Couldn't utter a word as if she was choking.
Like always, she was ridiculed again,
She couldn't help but curse the bane.
Forgot everything in the morning,
He looked caring, who was once daunting.
The boy was stunned to see the difference,
He vowed to never lose his sense.
Would never drink, will be a teetotaler,
Misty eyed kid, said to his mother