Pardner!
Help me with this encounter?
It's impossible to stand outside in this weather.
My beer is slowly getting warmer,
On the yellow-lit bar counter.
My hands are quickly getting colder,
With each passing minute of our banter.
Please, walk a bit faster!
I can't keep this door open any longer.
I'm shaking, and it's giving the guys inside a holler.
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