The uniqueness of all characters
stills the flavor of the wine ask for more.
Jolly is a barrel mighty is the flame
smoking barrel fires long gun
where it hurts
Folly was a name branded on my head
drink my bed way down under
I can fly.
Reality dictates that due to one
of my legs being
four itches shorter than the other
two take your time..Please
may sum more wine taste to dine..
with our swine..surreal it is
that...I am and more...) it(s..the difference between
a gutmaster and a gutbucket...
...hit the floor gimme more...
..you been served..don't go gettin all parinoid
on me thinkin your worth
these words..blues are green..like the
eggs and the ham that you eat..
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