the smoothness of Moët & Chandon
an insincere limerick
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you love lies so I’ll feed them to you ‘cause I see your drool
like chicken stuffed with plums, your gob is full
erstwhile false pretences envelop
I’ll make your hair stand on end; keep you sparklingly filled in, bottoms up!
regardless of my true feelings, perfectly abiding by etiquette and ridiculed
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