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Hoxton Bar and Kitchen

I once saw, scrawled

in marker pen;

The apocalypse

is now.

Its name is

Hoxton Bar.

(They forgot the And Kitchen, but not the Hellfire)

It’s only plaid,

Wire rims and knit.

Drink your day’s pay.

The apocalypse

Will come for us.

But not tonight.

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Written by

nicky-van-der-watt

South African

Published: Apr 20, 2013
LinesWords: 1345

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