the horn's edgeA Poem by ɴᴏɪʀ ネスboots up, cigar bound, whiskey spilled a load of c**k to that man's sneer the crack of a slap inviting a booming cheer to ensue boorish heehaws and laughter fill the air in due time the burnt puff is reduced to a whisper morning peaks candles snuffed the tavern settles down
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