Upon well-worn barstools, tales two codgers tell,
Deep in drink, their stories swell.
Reflecting how the eons have flown,
Strengths once had, now overthrown.
"Ah, beauties chased, both bright and keen,
Yet in our brews, our sighs unseen,"
One muses, his gaze alight with jest,
"Great tales spun ‘bout adventurous quests."
Yet as dusk deepens into night,
Their bawdy laments take flight,
For now, as...
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