Whatthat is a aperitif....
In the USSR where one learned the art,,,,
Of riding trains into the night,,,,
Over frozen tundra...
With miles and miles of sky around,,,
and
Smoking stogies made of straw with tar,
and half a kitchen door....
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And a gurkin,,,
and a chunk of garlic,,,,
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With the gold where the sun dont shine....
Oh that was a fun time,,,,,
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