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The Zoo
From my perch, the same ol' scene he's tossing out the scraps again. Like hyenas, they laugh in herds and feast upon his carrion words. Night after night, I drink the brew and wonder why I come to this zoo. The flies are gathering, I should go, the bartenders jokes are getting old.
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