Now once upon a time the King of Astrakhan, at that, Was sitting on his throne because his throne was where he sat; And comfortably beside him, and magnificently stocked, Was a lacquer liquor locker which a liquor lackey locked. “My boy,” the King would often say with granulated voice, “I think the 1640 is particularly choice.” The boy would understand and so, endeavoring to please, He’d try his luck at fitting several likely locker keys. The Ki…
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