The place to go
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silentstranger
silentstranger I love the art of poetry
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A short poem

The place to go

Tired men walk through my door

Treading dirt across the floor

Scraping boots leave not a mark

Across the solid maple bark

Sounds begin to fill the room

Laughter, clinking, a simple broom

Peaceful all of these men are

Drinking nightly at my bar

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