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A Sticky End
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....and so it begins
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The brew was noxious, green, and burly
                                                                              and surely quite undrinkable
You might get some at Wetherspoons - elsewhere would be unthinkable
Well, one brave lad named Galahad had never had a gal.
Not a Kathy or a Justine, not a Karen, Clare or Val
"Oh woe is me, I'll never be a proper man!", he'd wail
(Perpetually virginal and literal epic fail)
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