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In a [bucolic|one horse town]

two blocks from the police station,

sits Fred's


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 []