It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his shot of cabo wabo
He says, "Son, can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes."
la la la, di da da
The Gadfly surmises that until he returns in the morning, this might appease some of his dear reader's most inner and curious wantings . . .
Yeah --- if you're a fucking trooper, and you get it........................... -- it's worth it . . .
And bite me if ya' didn't like the choice . . .
----TFG
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