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I am but a man, left standing in his shoes. In the corner of my local - drinking away my blues. My woman asked a question. - Then promptly threw me out. I've yet to find the answer - at the bottom of this stout. So she's packing up her things, moving back to Venice. While I contemplate - another pint of guinness.
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
pints of Guinness make you strong
I am but a man, left standing in his shoes. In the corner of my local - drinking away my blues. My woman asked a question. - Then promptly threw me out. I've yet to find the answer - at the bottom of this stout. So she's packing up her things, moving back to Venice. While I contemplate - another pint of guinness.
mike-sikes
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
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