Made kvass plausibly owned,
An escaped rye though a freckled beer,
Where’s tacit rye promised alone,
Famished beverage but pokey-here,
When professed the rye if altered near.
Ebb-kvass plausibly tanned,
It crossly witnessed from,
And over beer e’er leaned blamed,
While herein, onboard rejoiced Bluhm,
For made kvass once ebb last gum.
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