Now here

The barren streets
I behold one man
Who’s good…
How to celebrate his existence?
I just nod and look into his eyes,
At the bar where he’s served me
A Burn ‘em beer from Michigan City and it is great,
I say, That’s all there is in Michigan City, is beer
And he agrees,
And the world skins its cats,
One by one.

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