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Vita

You know wine, comes from the vine. No, Gosh! What a travesty, are you quite sure? What's she like? Good question, can be very young, often complicated, dominating, best when mature, Doesn't ring any bells you say, what a pity, a real shame, Me? No, always, I have her round twice a day, whether we're eating cheese or game, What does she do? Golly where do I start? She accompanies, fulfils, accentuates, garnishes and decorates, But to do her justice would be to explain her art, Which is hard, jolly difficult, as she was there "from the start", She was there right after Alpha, yes Beta, And in fact that fits her real name, which is Vita.

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