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Sam was a bartender–he had been for years.
He liked pouring mixed drinks and serving cold beers.
His customers came in every size and shape–
Many came in from their life to escape.

He had broad shoulders for folks to cry on.
Sad tales–Sam’s heard some; you can rely on.
Stories of true love that sputtered and died
And he tried not to look when grown men cried.

Lots of Sam’s patrons came in just for fun
To dance and to party till the music was done.
Some came on business like hookers, you know
And some were Narcs to see what smoke you’d blow.

One night after closing two ghosts entered in;
Sat down at the bar and ordered a gin.
“It’s a county ordinance,” Sam advised them.
“We cannot serve spirits after 2:00 a.m.”