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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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