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Samebody thinks that white dry vines
Often as acid identifies,
But believe my friend, so beautiful is that,
When be linked by you with beef at some weekend
With beef, with vine in very equal part
And burning pepper, iodated salt

All put in pan that put on bigest fire
But not forget about backing wire

Remember, friend, to weary in a pan
Two hours, not more and further ban

And then uncover as quickly as
Put in parsley, fennel and laurels

That's now all and still not more than minute
You put this pan on table to have dinner

It's time to fill crystal with golden wine
And drink... for what? For our feel fine!

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