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stopped for a smoke on a bench outside some gas station off I-75 with nowhere to go I shot the breeze alone watching the night grow it was nice surrounded by woods somewhere in Tennessee went inside to buy another pack as it got later wondering which poison to go with and saw this big hundred gallon tank toward the back of the store it had a single lobster inside I stopped a brief second of confusion --why's there a lobster here anyways?-- I couldn't help but smile a fellow comrade alone but not lonely a stalwart of the night walked to the counter went with wine paid and walked back out to my bench winking at my new friend on the way out I'll be ****** if he didn't wag a claw right back
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
Lonely Gas Station Lobster
stopped for a smoke on a bench outside some gas station off I-75 with nowhere to go I shot the breeze alone watching the night grow it was nice surrounded by woods somewhere in Tennessee went inside to buy another pack as it got later wondering which poison to go with and saw this big hundred gallon tank toward the back of the store it had a single lobster inside I stopped a brief second of confusion --why's there a lobster here anyways?-- I couldn't help but smile a fellow comrade alone but not lonely a stalwart of the night walked to the counter went with wine paid and walked back out to my bench winking at my new friend on the way out I'll be ****** if he didn't wag a claw right back
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
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