“There is that small corner in the bar from yesteryear
A dusty old crate sits with empty bottles of wine and beer
Hanging with silk bow so neatly tied a hand brush smiles
Flowers past their best yet folks come and sit from miles
Our life is just a daily menu placed upon the table top
Enjoy your fetish tipple of fruit juice alcohol or pop
We all have a corner of the past we keep in our mind
Sometimes it’s hard to share and maybe that is unkind “
Mitch Hicks – U.K.
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