Ye old Tavern around the corner, Gone

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Now where was I, Oh! coming home. The old White Horse tavern and bar is gone. Torn down. The white stallion taken away.

Now I come here for a few beers and find the spider starved behind the bar. Its web in taters. I dust off the bar top and find one of the few bottle remaining. My clean glass holds the amber liquid for me. The fading light makes it gleam as it climbs the sides of the glass. the first sip invites me to take an other.

The bleary eyes noted, in my email, 7.16 is back.
Hey guys, did you post in english, for the poor people who don't read german much.
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