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When matters rise in sudden haste, We must not let our pathway veer; We’ll bear the sour, offending taste, Of ***** judged above plain beer.
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Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 1:47 PM UTC
Taste
When matters rise in sudden haste, We must not let our pathway veer; We’ll bear the sour, offending taste, Of ***** judged above plain beer.
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Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 1:47 PM UTC
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