One More

The bar is closing, it’s the last call. I don’t drink but I feel for all. One day you will hug someone for the last time. You will spend your final dime. We will go inside for the day and not return back out. You will hangout with your folks one more. That’s it, once more, not again or times four. You want one more minute but in fact there’s none. The time you all had was great but it’s now done. It sure was fun. The next time you’re out with friends and family, don’t forget to get one more.

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