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A FUTILE ACT, INDEED! A futile act, indeed, I say! I drink FIVE strong cups every day!. And now, I'm tryin' to be good and drink more water, as I should! But I just can't give up my brew-- I drink it daily; like it too!.. They said that it would make me short-- I'm up to six feet; that makes me snort! Think I've quit growing, I'm thankful, too-- was getting hard to find new shoes! So I'll keep swilling brew all day long; First drink at six; it can't be wrong!
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