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Ratle snakes

The icing on the cake is you
I’m a little drunk
More wine to the table and the movements are relaxing
But a muffled voice babbling on at the side of  us
I take it as a coat after the wind
Finally, I am so soft anyway
I can’t be bothered to bicker with people
Their voices should be heard over all
Sucking on a sugar cube yet
Something not to always be surpassed