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December 15, 2012

 

 

Drunken Friday night revellers,

kids half crazy, about to puke.

Cackling, screaming wenches, that

in daytime sport a different look.

 

Guys not dissimilar to stray dogs,

peeing up against the wall.

A bust-up starting so suddenly,

out of a remark, too inane to recall.

 

Then in seconds the police van approaches,

with back-up, and flashing lights.

The bloody mess they encounter,

becoming the pattern for Friday nights.

 

 

 

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