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A Sticky End
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....and so it begins
In days of old, when nights were cold and gentlemen drank whisky
Some tales were told of tinctures sold to make a fellow frisky
The ladies set to tinkering with what went in the mix
They wanted to surprise their men (really just for kicks)
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