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Originally Posted by kestrelx
Slumped on the bar,
With a jar and a belly full of laughs...
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Saturday night finds me slumped at the bar,
Feeling like crap with my hands round a jar,
I doubt that I'd raise me a barrel of laughs,
As with head in my hands I reflect on my gaffs.
Thus with change in my pockets decidedly low,
And the lack of employment a shattering blow,
I just strum my guitar in the orthodox way,
And mutter a curse to the end of the day . . .
