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Cornwallis Inn, Gothic Stone With Marble Floor Ways, A Small Lounge Area And A Bar Alongside. Road Weary And Thirsty We Belly Up To The Trough. A Drunkin' Patron Pulls Up A Stool, Too Drunk To Even Pay Attention To The ****** Gestures Or Our Body Language. He Overstays Any Sort Of Welcome That I Would Have Given Him. I Told The Barkeep I Was From Town But Haven't Been Here For Decades, That When I Had Left, The Town Wasn't More Than A Ghost Town In The Making. That The Land Of ***** And Orchards Would Dwarf The Town, Making It Only A Spot On The Map, Like The Stain Left By A Barfly On A Hot, Hot Day.
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
The Spider And The Barfly
Cornwallis Inn, Gothic Stone With Marble Floor Ways, A Small Lounge Area And A Bar Alongside. Road Weary And Thirsty We Belly Up To The Trough. A Drunkin' Patron Pulls Up A Stool, Too Drunk To Even Pay Attention To The ****** Gestures Or Our Body Language. He Overstays Any Sort Of Welcome That I Would Have Given Him. I Told The Barkeep I Was From Town But Haven't Been Here For Decades, That When I Had Left, The Town Wasn't More Than A Ghost Town In The Making. That The Land Of ***** And Orchards Would Dwarf The Town, Making It Only A Spot On The Map, Like The Stain Left By A Barfly On A Hot, Hot Day.
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New Scotland
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
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