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Bad ventilation duration of a beer, commonplace shithouse drown my fear, =this whiskey goes down easy, smooth as a sow's ear, belly up and suck =another, you're in the clear. Every day deception, faking a motive, a =regular jokes "
This is where I live" apprasing each intruder, one tipsy =glimpse of them, loyal to a forgotten stratagen. Get on in, shake off =the road, don't you know that you're blocking the door? Unlucky lounge, =keeps her tables clean for you, forever darkness at noon. A vestige of =some former self saddles up slowly to the bar, she recieves the news =above, where the bottles stand, at least in here you take your luck wash =it down with a beer, you'll know soon enough, don't expect nothin' fancy =here, all you have is what we got.
Submitted by: Mel
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