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The Dew Drop Inn

The dive bar we all kind
Of miss. You know that place you
just drop in.

And you can talk to people
the bigger the bullshit
the better.

Or say nothing at all.
Looks like The Mariners are
ahead once again.

The pickled eggs got more
pickled. A buck and a half
For a beer.

People get along
Or they don’t
Still
Dew Drop Inn

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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