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By Cire Nehtrow Date: 2011 Jan 15 Comment on this Work [[2011.01.15.01.44.5457]] |
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I once made a child over cheese and with wine She told me to take her and make her all mine I did this with Cabernet, Gouda, and thrusts My seed I did spill - yet not on her bust The bastard she bore was part wine and part cheese The child was certainly part her and part me It cost me a pretty penny, a farthing, an ounce That baby that passion o'er temperance did trounce |