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Mar 2010
a man walks into a bar
he thinks he has found his place
and by the steady row of hands
he keeps drinking up his past

a man walks around the bar
they say "explore", but won't let him out
the only view he gets is walls
the only beer he drinks is ours

a man crawls down round the bar
a man jumps high through the chairs
a man sips a tasty wine
a man drains the ugly pint

a man walks into a bar
says "guys, there's great life outside"
so our man there breaks the glass
and he promptly says good-bye.
B.F.
Written by
barry foster
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