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Buttery and Oaky
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Sipping this charddonanny,
Down my throat,
The air is tense. Do you know why?
It is because it tastes buttery
and oakey, as my friend, Linda,
says all Chardonnany should.
But it does not taste like cheese.
What good is this stuff
That makes the world go 'round,
If it does not taste like cheese?



