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There’s nothing like a local Pub
Of men who brag and lie
They tip their pints of local suds
Each day as days go by
They laugh aloud and spill their brew
Way into the night
Then stagger home to angry wives
Who start and end a fight
He smiles and says, “I love you dear”
And reaches for the light
She slaps his hand then touches it
And kisses him goodnight
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