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I was the requestor, lil dixiegal. why don't you put up a request?
But I shall go ahead. Here goes.
I pop a cork of my dear bottled grog.
And feel it start to burn.
I swallow more, mouth gaping as a frog.
The sky begins to turn.
Too much rum can make you sick.
That what me mum has told me *hic*
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