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Gin Again On the mountain top Old grandpa is making his gin again He presses the corn to fill the *** All the way to the top. The bottles they rattle with the wind just waiting for that gin. Grandpa he tastes with delight. Saying it will be gin again before night. The smell fills the air that might bring the law. Grandpa is all most drunk.He stumbles and yells It's Gin again
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Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
Gin again
Gin Again On the mountain top Old grandpa is making his gin again He presses the corn to fill the *** All the way to the top. The bottles they rattle with the wind just waiting for that gin. Grandpa he tastes with delight. Saying it will be gin again before night. The smell fills the air that might bring the law. Grandpa is all most drunk.He stumbles and yells It's Gin again
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Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
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