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Olives are round They don't make much sound When slipped in a drink Plink! Green or black Think how far back Man decided to eat This little treat Romans on couches Those toga wearing slouches Enjoyed them Employed them To liven their food It would be rude Not to give them some praise So please stand up and raise A glass To pure class [I give you the olive]
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
A Glass Of Class
Olives are round They don't make much sound When slipped in a drink Plink! Green or black Think how far back Man decided to eat This little treat Romans on couches Those toga wearing slouches Enjoyed them Employed them To liven their food It would be rude Not to give them some praise So please stand up and raise A glass To pure class [I give you the olive]
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
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