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Synthetic complexion, synthetic gin, and
next, I suppose, is synthetic sin.
Drink and the world drinks with you,
Swear off and you drink alone.
Here's to the bathing girl-she certainly
isn't all wet.
In poker, like a glass of beer,
You draw to fill.
Here's to the pedestrian; every year is
leap year with him.
Woman-she needs no eulogy-she speaks
for herself.
May we kiss whom we please,
And please whom we kiss.
Here's to the liquor that makes a man see
double and feel single.
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