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 Dawn broke upon the Dead Battery Farm like the water of a great pregnant yak.  | 
       
         
 and morning means but one thing....Bloodies at the Horshoe Bar!  | 
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 and toast the triumph of Hope over Experience, with a glass of the ol' medicine and some of the Battery Farm's famous anti-continental breakfast.  | 
       
         
 and it also means it's time to punch in....  | 
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