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Feb 2020
If I am empty, lad
Then I must be fillable
And forsaken land
Then I am still tillable
So hand me a pint
And I’ll drink the tankard full
And we’ll be on our merry way
Written by
Micah G  17/M/United States
(17/M/United States)   
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