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Genuine Old Polish Bigos

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Of frost, among bottles, stood ink in a cruet.

She brought the pot with her and poured ink into it

~~Instead of~~ In vinegar's stead. Then I gave it a look;The dog wouldn't eat it! So I ~~summon~~ called for the cook:

Bigos in mournig is a novelty, but

Don't you dare make an inkwell out of my butt!</poem>

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