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A bit of nonsense perhaps? Rated 13+ for Beverage reference. |
| I rest in a chair made of wicker, in the air, that could not be thicker. A soft breeze I wish could be quicker, barely making candlelight flicker. My thirst, barely quenched by malt liquor, Poured into large jars by McVicar. From somewhere outside comes a whicker, Stable's sly comment, makes me snicker. Author's Note ▶︎ |