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In a Cavern Bar
In the underworld there is a cavern bar where they serve straight shots of iced Absolut. Where the ice comes from no one knows-- for sure. Some say its brewed and served by Satan, and truth is, it could be-- for Hell, despite heaven's press, is not hot. Others say its from the heart of a woman-- some not. As for me, I drink them down, match them shot for shot. Copyright © Ron Haun
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