The Gold Tear Pub

[Andy]

It's been a long time ago, time flies in prison.

the door of the pub opened with a slam, there in the entrance,
a man scarred and aged by prison stood, slowly walking in towards the bar.
a beer and quick he ordered, the bartender reconised the voice out of thousands,
Andy! he nearly shouted. where've yer been lad so long?

as Andy took the beer from the bartender and drank it as one of those expensive partyshots,
'quick and in one go', he replied; prison lad, prison. but times going to change 'round here.
the bartender grinned and walked along to the table that was considered mac'Ceallach property by everyone
in this pub. he cleaned it and nodded towards the rest of the bartending crew, then sat down to have a proper talk.

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