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A job, a hangout, but, most importantly a place to drink beer! In the winter we're slow and idle in the summer we're busy,  with inventory vital.   Throughout the time I've been around,
I laugh at your jokes, I jest with your words, I smile at your looks, I continue living each and every day.   I hurt inside. Laugh. I don’t want to tell you. Jest.
When the winds ice your cheek And the pedals are at work, You look to the world around you And you wear a gentle smirk.   The leaves are racing along the road
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