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My bar is unique A bar-less bar Whoever joins it Becomes a star The rich or the poor The Civilized or boor Feelings don't injure Equal treat assure Color or the creed Country or breed Such ideas don't feed Serves without greed Bathed in divine light Its visitors don't fight In their drinks delight Here Santa's gifts blithe Bar girl in divinity shines Serves the 'Soma'* divine Come here, dance and dine Ill wills to Krishana** consigne
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Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 10:07 AM UTC
My Bar
My bar is unique A bar-less bar Whoever joins it Becomes a star The rich or the poor The Civilized or boor Feelings don't injure Equal treat assure Color or the creed Country or breed Such ideas don't feed Serves without greed Bathed in divine light Its visitors don't fight In their drinks delight Here Santa's gifts blithe Bar girl in divinity shines Serves the 'Soma'* divine Come here, dance and dine Ill wills to Krishana** consigne
* The divine drink offered to Hindu gods as oblation. ** Lord Krishana of Gita.
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Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 10:07 AM UTC
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