At times I wonder about human blunder, strange thoughts come to mind
With all their spice, in a Mexican restaurant do they serve ice, or is it maligned
So hard and cold, set in a mold, a foreign glass breaks out in a sweat
You get less for what you pay as it melts away, by law, the order is what you get
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: February 1st, 2026 03:14
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