Wednesday, October 14, 2009

tile bar.

how i love thee, dear local
how you brighten the gloom
how your guinness casts light
cross the dark of this room

i come to thee often
for cheering and chatter
and at bottoms of pints
find cruxes of matter

and all the while the jukebox spits
an endless stream of average hits.


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