Needless to say it would
under the circumstances be
as they all say, a piece of cake.
There is no retrospect at all,
nor holy-moly as a grand ménage
pour les marchands, of sorts,
je suis la reine d'alcool, mais oui,
hau ab, du Schwein, der Teufel lebt.
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