Drew's Poetic Justice

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I am the worlds last barman poet,
I see Canada drinking the fabulous
cocktails I make. Canada's getting
stinky on something i stir or shake,
the sex on the beach the schnappes
made from peach, the velvet hammer
the alabama slamma, I make things
with juice and froth the pink
squirrel, the three toad sloth
I make things so sweet and snazzy
the iced tea, the kamikazi
the orgasm the death spasm the
singapor sling the ding aling
Canada your just devoted to
every flavour I've got so if
you want to get loaded why dont
you order a shot

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