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Maid of the Myth

He knew her well in his youth. She was refined, he uncouth. Maiden so fair now see her there drowning in his gin/vermouth

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Date: 11/2/2016 7:29:00 PM

A barfly so was he...drowning his misery...a lost soul...has no role...nor'll have a place in history

Lim'Rik Flats
Date: 11/2/2016 11:09:00 PM

:-) just another wasted olive!

Date: 11/2/2016 11:49:00 AM

he was wallowing in self pity, thinking of young firm titties, climbed in a bottle, walked with a waddle, that's just life in the big city

Lim'Rik Flats
Date: 11/2/2016 11:00:00 PM

Now you sound like Jack!;-) but, that's the story... cheers! ~j

Date: 11/2/2016 9:07:00 AM

Not sure how to read this, was fair Maiden a more refined fire imbibed at one time and now she's a sloppy lush? :)

Lim'Rik Flats
Date: 11/2/2016 10:57:00 PM

Well, for me it was always a mermaid in the bottle;-)

Date: 11/2/2016 8:40:00 AM

Change is good they say. :) This was fun, nice one.

Lim'Rik Flats
Date: 11/2/2016 10:55:00 PM

Thanks Chris. Change goes down easier when our horse wins;-)