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sop. Should just let him slide; been here every night since his true love left. Can't
blame her for leavin' really. he can't work the fields a'more with his cane. An look how
he tends to himself, poor sop. Coat on the floor, shirt unbuttoned. It's a sure bet he
lost his money through a hole in his pocket. Sad, sad. Though, a man must pay if a man do
Ay, I'll just pretend to be lookin' for change for just a minute more. She's a strong, pillar of a woman, now, just my type. Who needs that wench who run off with my best pal anyhoo. Maybe the brick's heard about me and has shed a tear or two over my tale. She's sure been a patient one. Most would've tossed me out by now! Ha, ha barmy, I've got your tip right here in my front hip pocket, I do. She's tappin' the table. Wants her money. Well, I need me drink.
Kevin Campbell - Chicago, IL