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Sir Jamie with his tired and timid hands, Squeezed the red grapes to dry strands. A robust man making delectable Bordeaux wine, Doesn't matter if they consider him a swine.
He glanced at the aged wine barrels, Wine, true colours do they unravel. Filling the juice to the brink, To fill the real pigs drink.
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