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Crossing the Dive Bar

Tennyson after hours.


    Sunset and evening star,
      And one last call for me!
And may there be no moaning at the bar,
      When I get up to pee,

But such a crowd as drinking seems asleep,
      Too full of hops and foam,
And others (drunk or maybe feeling cheap)
      Already home.    

    Twilight and evening Bell’s,
       And after that the dark!
And may there be no cries or “What the hells?”
       When I embark;

For tho’ I’ve spent hours drinking in this Place
      The van may bear me far—
I hope my wife will kiss me on the face
      When I have crost the bar.

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