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He looked at the clock on the
wall above the bar and said,
Fuck it, close enuf to midnite...
He said to Melinda,
the one whore
[I'm sorry, sweety, dance hall girl]
that still hung around him back in the shadows,
I don't know what I miss more
the whiskey or the women...
She said,
Well, one of em you can still have.
He said, Nah, it's just like the whiskey,
When the headin down days
start to outrun the
livin it up nites...
Time to hang it up for a spell...
4:57 AM
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