Of All The Joys On Earth That Be There Is No Sweeter One To Me Than Sitting With A Merry Lass From Consomm' To Demi-Tasse. And Yet A Golden Hour I'd Steal, Reverse The Order Of The Meal, And Countermarching, Backward Stray From Demi-Tasse To Consomm'.
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