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The wind doth taste so bitter sweet,
Like Jaspar wine and sugar,
It must have blown through someone's feet,
Like those of Caspar Weinberger.
-- P. Opus
It's so confusing choosing sides in the heat of the moment,
just to see if it's real,
Oooh, it's so erotic having you tell me how it should feel,
But I'm avoiding all the hard cold facts that I got to face,
So ask me just one question when this magic night is through,
Could it have been just
🐝 -- 🐛 -- 🌏 -- 👃 -- 💄 -- 👑 -- 📕 -- 🌳 -- 🎫 -- 🍧 -- 📗 -- 😺 -- 🌸 -- 🥒 -- 🏀