RUSTLIN' UP SOME HORSEMEAT
They were three and four deep at the bar.
The crowd had a semblance of want. The
noise was imprecise, but loud, and there
was a resonance in the air.
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Carley known as Lemur was bopping
his head to Lynyrd Skynyrd. Far too
fast now for other days' fashions, it
seems the bar-music yet lives on.
Gimme back my bullets.
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The grommet no longer fits the clasp.
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