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Old King Cole Fancies Merlot

Old King Cole needs no introduction.

The lands cheer when he rises from his throne.

Old King Cole was indeed a merry old soul.

He fancied wine and women,

Merlot and money.

Feasts fit for a king can always be found in his halls.

There once was fiddlers four.

That is until Old King Cole found one using his pipe and wife.

He is very protective of that pipe.

No,

Old King Cole needs no introduction.

Step out of line and you'd face the gallows.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,

who ruled with an iron fist.

Old King Cole believed it was better to be feared than loved.

His garments were made of the finest textiles and jewels.

His people starved and he had more bowls.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul.

Indeed.

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Mar 21, 2016
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