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I really don't know better
We like to share a bottle of wine and quaff it down with ease
Should we have another? Go on then, yes please
When we think we've had enough
And in the morning we'll be rough
We pour ourselves another glass and stuff ourselves with cheese
Wednesday 20th May 2020 3:58 pm
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