Tis \"Never Say Never\" Is It?!
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Rain pours like t\'would be sweet to bide fr\'intents
Safe tucked awa\' indoors. I maunt avail
Me, sadly, yet what after that detail?
How Grampa\'s fruitcake\'s fin\'lly baking hence,
My cousin liking that suggestion, whence
I had to make this treat, as if twas bail
For her, the fun we\'ve planned, if Thou will\'t, frail
As lo, the wreck of mine, tomorrow\'s sense.
A mouse. An actual grey, live, fluffy fer
The chill, erm: mouse. He\'s in my food like to
Partake is thus allowed, out on in tour
My deck, until I come, that is. In poor
\'Scuse, now he\'s had some mango, left tae rue
His feast now I want foodstuffs. Jump as t\'were
Three feet straight up and I\'m left with the view.
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...won\'t you trip?
If Yer Head Is In the Clouds
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So, dream of crafting eggnog, like\'d avail
If only I did. Shortbread too, from hence,
But Scottish shortbread, as the rec\'pe thence
I used within my father\'s house. In frail
Reply, though, seems I\'ve lost all that and fail.
They swear the latter\'s served with tea for sense,
Which I have yet to try, since brie fr\'intents
Is all I\'ll take with Barry\'s--oh bewail?
I\'ve rum, ne bourbon nor the money fer
Th\'expense, and all the rest \'cept nutmeg to
Grate up, else I misguess. I\'ll try in tour
Twa rec\'pes for each, likeas that will do,
If Thou will\'t, LORD. Please give me in lo, Your
Grace to be faithful in all things, won\'t You?
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