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There is this jar here on the breakfast table,
this honey jar of Midlands tableware...
You rub your hands, but honey's just the label.
Go! Raise the lid and you'll find mustard there.
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HoneyAdoredabout 9 years agoNow that is making me want to...
...slap 'life' round the face with a kipper and throw my boiled eggs at it...never insult the honey.
