My Corona – Parting is such sweet sorrow and other rants
“Gilly Oh golly, how I love my lolly, Down to the very last lick, But when you are through with it, what can you do with it, All you have left is the stick.
When you come to the end of a lollipop, To the end, to the end, of a lollipop, When you come to the end of a lollipop, Plop goes your heart!”
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