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The bastard got frigging drunk
Poured his sorrows onto the floor
People moved because he stunk
Such a messing, sodding bore.
On his knees he bent his ear
Heard a train way up the track
Over rail he arched his back
Sensed he’d lost all his fear.
One part of him he left behind
The other part he couldn’t find
Back to the bar he gingerly crept
Ordered another and silently wept.
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