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Somewhere In The Sub-urbs
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The Ones I Call Poetry Look at him go,
Three whole beers and he's in Valhala,
The girl at the bar is a good lookin spoil too,
But at this particular point in time he can't even stand a chance,
Much less walk in a straight line,
"Gotta chug more and keep my mouth open",
He's gonna end the fun before it's even started,
Folks starin' funny, security checkin' I.D.'s,
This is another one for the journal if I ever keep one,
But for now let's just get out of the club-line.
