Discard.

Daybreak comes and I am

Doused with water.

Dreams of comfort fall, I am

Dying

Daily.  And my only

Daughter, she is

Darling to me.  She is eighteen in a

Distant city, and she's

Due with child. But I'm

Drunk on these streets, I am

Destitute, broken, I am

Dragged from

Death's grasp, and the promise of Heaven. Cast

Down, back to this world, where I'm just

Discarded.

Disregarded.

The End

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