I shall move through all this hiss,
I shall you give you this whiskey kiss,
You don't want it classy,
You claim to be small,
There's almost nothing you miss,
Except what i don't give at all.
dunzr/bvnrjse
Scribe, ut possis cum voles dicere: dices cum velle debebis (Pl. Ep. 6.29)
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