cold 'sangria' encrusted palms
flowery mouths to passing dame
i sit quietly enjoing my spicy wing
watching world cup germany-spain
an hour of near misses; they claim
exciting but i didn't finish the game
paul, oracle octopus got me thinking
yes, impressive i'm almost convince
saw his video prediction of the game
hope he won't end up tasty calamari
love those people who wanted him free
but where in wilds; he won't last a day
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