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(octet)
So I look back now at what verse has been
With pride, the reeking sweat and labour rubbed
And drained from tempered typeface can't be seen,
Those lines are smooth, no hint of phrases flubbed.
Each sonnet I've written to simply mean
Plain things, no tagged subtext font overdubbed,
No murky metaphor, no gloss to glean,
No strained personification, all props snubbed.
Times which I've knelt on castor wheel based chairs,
Upholstery stained pitch by porn site viewers
And savage, sanguine multiplayers from sewers
To publish lines, these literary wares.
So Marco, lets uncap Mexican light beer,
Our wives clink we, sip amber bottles clear.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 beer
o $10,000,000 ale
o $10,000,000 lager
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