on a random afternoon alive in the world
laying my winter coat on the sawdust floor
freezing cold outside but hot next to the stove
those same old photos and newspaper articles
stare down at me like ghosts through the ages
they've been watching me since I was a boy
here before I was born will be here after I die
one slow sip at a time when the room pops
a modest six rounds does not compare
to the records broken over the years
but an enjoyable evening downtown
and a spiritual experience in heaven
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