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And I drank a beer for the Poet,          lyrically gripped on                                              to the stem of peace and understanding I downed a shot for                                    the Women clutching their highball                  of shattered self importance I gulped wine from a goblet for the professors, the teachers holding their stein filled w/ false prophecy               and cheap hopes. And I shattered my glass on                   the floor                                                    Just to prove                                                                 a point.
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
An unspecified night, at some ****** dive bar
And I drank a beer for the Poet,          lyrically gripped on                                              to the stem of peace and understanding I downed a shot for                                    the Women clutching their highball                  of shattered self importance I gulped wine from a goblet for the professors, the teachers holding their stein filled w/ false prophecy               and cheap hopes. And I shattered my glass on                   the floor                                                    Just to prove                                                                 a point.
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blake-bourland
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
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