Under the red neon beer sign (poetry)
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In a [bucolic|one horse town]
two blocks from the police station,
A former grocery store, converted into local bar,
home to cheap [long neck|bottle beer], good burgers and
on most Friday nights,
There is nothing romantic about it,
not picturesque, nor antique.
It's just some place to listen to [jukebox|old music],
drink too much and convince yourself that [Best of all possible worlds|tomorrow will be a new day]
Somewhere there is a picture of you,outside the bar, beer sign glowing over your head
[Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over|looking nothing like a red Halo].
Still, it made you more photogenic than you could make yourself.
Maybe it was the beer
Large belated thanks to [Scout Finch] for the Inspiration
Large belated thanks to [Scout Finch] for the Inspiration[http://theunionpacific.tumblr.com/post/1522940091]