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I would certainly take it.



Wine

Champaign or Burgundy, or Florence pure,
Or Hoc Antique, or Lisbon New or Old,
Bourdeaux, or neat French White, or Alicant:
For Bourdeaux we with Voice unanimous
Declare, (such Sympathy's in Boon Conpeers.)
He quits the Room Alert, but soon returns,
One hand Capacious Glist'ring Vessels bore
Resplendant, th' other with a grasp secure,
A Bottle (mighty charge) upstaid, full Fraught
With goodly Wine, He with extended Hand
Rais'd high, pours forth the Sanguin frothy Juice,
O' respred with Bubbles, dissipated soon:
We strait t'our Arms repair, experienc'd Chiefs;
Now Glasses clash with Glasses, (Charming Sound,)
And Glorious Anna's Health the first the best
Crowns the full Glass, at Her inspiring Name
The sprightly Wine Results, and seem to Smile
With hearty Zeal, and wish Unanimous
The Health we drink, and in her Health our own.

John Gay. Lovely poet.

Ah, updates upon a life. Not much has happened, though I endeavour to bring my wolf to meet a few of my acquaintances in a few days, if possible. They will so love an American man- God, with their fluttering attempts at being civilised! They shan't show interest if they at all want to be comfortable about themselves. Ha ha.
I seem to have made a new friend without my knowledge. Hello, new friend, what-ever you may be. I am told you are a magician of some sorts or something? Hm-m. Yes, hello.

It's a good one.

Oh look, how naughty. Two posts in one day. Deflecting Julian's whack at me!

People are looking at this. Hello, people.

Frankly it's an odd surprise to find anyone should desire to read this sort of thing, regardless of whether it centers around yours truly or some other dull personage. (Hello, Good!) Hahaha.