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in the Beagle they drank their weightÂ
in piss and barley. hardly talking’
mostly barking; mostly tipping goblets
and worn hats at shadow maidens.
lurching on a stool in a flock.
smoke rings and anvils
perched in every eye
like a sleeping
toad.
hugging a keg of flies.
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