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Hollow Abode.


On a sleepy Cul- de-Sac∆behind Gods' back∆

Weary and dreary folks sit back∆drinking in their local pub∆

blissfully playing Dominoes∆under the watchful eyes of Publican∆

Joe Changoo∆

They love Joe∆He allows these weary∆dreary folks 2 kick back∆relax

and continue drinking after hours∆ Way∆way∆after UK Licensing Laws hours∆

Numerous pubs around the country do the same thing∆Joe confesses

when asked why he flouts the law∆

Go away with ya∆ We're not hurting anyone∆ says Joe∆

 

One night∆like every other night∆while enjoying a drink and happily

playing dominos∆ A rap∆rap∆rap∆rapped on the pub door∆

Taken aback∆everyone froze∆

It was 2:35am in the morning∆when all pubs around the country

were most definitely closed∆

A rap∆rap∆rap∆rapped again on Joes' pub door∆

"We're closed!" Joe shouted at his pub door∆

 

©Wired6.20/10/2021

 

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