Sunday, April 12, 2009

Not All Who Wander Want To Be Found

Sorry, J.R.R.
I wanted a space all for my self. So I picked my favorite dive in Tangle Town,
put a grand down on a bar tab, picked out a stool sturdy enough to hold my fat ass,
put it near the john and the juke box. Armand, slide me a stein of suds.
I've got some serious drinking, er, thinking to do.
If ya want to find me, here is where I'll be.
Till my tab runs dry.

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