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Loving Nor Perfect

In all human time
there is but one rhyme.
The Crowd They say the well
holds the lush hell
to the tale I tell
as the whiskey I sell. But, more on line
as we and under the pine
Oh! the bishops we mine
and the cups we wine. The swell holds the day
of the needs in the bay
of all who come to the hay
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