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Feb 2019
He wondered up towards the bar
He said the word Hello
An angry face looked at him
He recieved an awful blow.
He went crashing into tables
Then he landed on the floor
Glasses smashed and broken
His chin felt rather sore.
Those blows they kept on coming
One two three and more
He saw the chance and took it
He just ran towards the door.
The whole thing was alarming
He couldn't help but think
He was only trying to be friendly
When ordering himself a drink .
Then again he had to wonder
About that dreadful place
She may ofย ย looked  a stunner
But her manner was a disgrace.
Christopher Victor Russon
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Christopher Victor Russon  74/M/Torbay, Devon UK
(74/M/Torbay, Devon UK)   
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