We used to beleive in the good ol' days
We still recieve in little ways
The things of kindness and unsporting brow,
forget and allow.
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Where is the wine the new wine? Dying on the vine.
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There was an odd woman who lived in a shoe,
which wasn't too bad when the winter winds blew.
But the strong summer sun was too hot to handle,
so she packed up her stuff and moved to a sandal