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A sour face in a distasteful place Of bottles and stools, of drunks And of gentry that meet to discuss The finer matters of life. Fine like The needle that eludes the eyes Of all but the man With the tack In his thumb
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
Barstools
A sour face in a distasteful place Of bottles and stools, of drunks And of gentry that meet to discuss The finer matters of life. Fine like The needle that eludes the eyes Of all but the man With the tack In his thumb
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19/M/Madison, WI
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
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