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Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
To fetch her poor daughter a dress.
When she got there, the cupboard was bare
And so was her daughter, I guess...
I think that I shall never hear
A poem lovelier than beer.
The stuff that Joe's Bar has on tap,
With golden base and snowy cap.
The stuff that I can drink all day
Until my mem'ry melts away.
Poems are made by fools, I fear
But only Schlitz can make a beer.
The sounds of the nouns are mostly
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⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆
⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⡟⡗
⠀⠀⠙⠏⠯⠛⣉⢲⣧⠟
⠀⠀⠠⢭⣝⣾⠿⣴⣿⠇
⠀⠀⢐⣺⡿⠁⠀⠈⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣚⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀
⢀⣿⣿⣿⣷⢒⣢⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣀⣄⣄⠄
⢰⣿⣿⡿⣿⣦⠬⢝⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⠿⠿⠟⠛⠋⠁
⠠⢿⣿⣷⠺⣿⣗⠒⠜⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⠟⠁
⠀⣰⣿⣷⣍⡛⣯⣯⣙⡁⠀⠀⣠⡾⠁
⠀⠨⢽⣿⣷⢍⣛⣶⢷⣼⣠⣾⠋
⠀⠀⠘⢿⣿⣖⠬⣹⣶⣿⠟⠁
⠀⠀⠀⠚⠿⠿⡒⠨⠛⠋
⠀⠀⠀⠐⢒⣛⣷
⠀⠀⠀⢘⣻⣭⣭
⠀⠀⠀⡰⢚⣺⣿
⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡄
⠀⠀⢸⡿⢿⣿⢿⡿⠃
⠀⠀⠘⡇⣸⣿⣿⣿⣆
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⡿⠉⠁
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⡟
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠊⠀⠀⡴⠚⡩⠟⠓⠒⡖⠲⡄⠀⠀⠈⡆
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡞⠁⢠⠒⠾⢥⣀⣇⣚⣹⡤⡟⠀⡇⢠⠀⢠⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣄⣀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡜⠁⣸⢠⠎⣰⣃
⠀⠀⠀⠸⡍⠀⠉⠉⠛⠦⣄⠀⢀⡴⣫⠴⠋⢹⡏⡼⠁⠈⠙⢦⡀
⠀⠀⠀⣀⡽⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠻⣎⡁⠀⠀⣸⡾⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡹⠂
⠀⢀⡞⠁⠀⠈⢣⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠓⠶⢟⠀⢀⡤⠖⠋⠁
⠀⠀⠉⠙⠒⠦⡀⠙⠦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⡷⠋
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢦⣀⠈⠓⣦⣤⣤⣤⢶⡟⠁
⢤⣤⣤⡤⠤⠤⠤⠤⣌⡉⠉⠁⠀⠀⢸⢸⠁⡠⠖⠒⠒⢒⣒⡶⣶⠤
⠀⠉⠲⣍⠓⠦⣄⠀⠀⠙⣆⠀⠀⠀⡞⡼⡼⢀⣠⠴⠊⢉⡤⠚⠁
⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⣄⠈⠙⢦⡀⢸⡀⠀⢰⢣⡧⠷⣯⣤⠤⠚⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠑⣲⠤⠬⠿⠧⣠⢏⡞
⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠚⠉⠉⢉⣳⣄⣠⠏⡞
⠀⣠⣴⣟⣒⣋⣉⣉⡭⠟⢡⠏⡼
⣿⡟⣭⣶⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣽⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣮⡚⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⡇⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡼⣿⣿⣿
⣿⡷⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣫⣝⢿⣿⣿⠹⣿⣿
⣿⡏⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠚⣖⢸⣿⠟⣛⣿⣤⣧⣾⣿⣿⣷⢹⣿
⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣷⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⢷⣿⢸⣿
⣿⣷⢸⣿⣿⣿⣽⢯⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢋⣾⣿
⣿⣿⣧⡫⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⡉⠅⡉⠍⠛⢋⢡⠠⣐⠄⢻⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣭⣍⢋⣫⠄⢐⢐⠐⡐⠈⠌⡀⡂⡐⢈⣭⣤⢻⣿
⣿⣿⡿⣟⠿⣿⡟⣾⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠄⠅⠡⠐⡀⢂⠌⠻⠿⣸⣿
⣿⣿⣷⣝⢗⡝⢡⣿⣿⣿⡉⠁⠡⠨⠠⠁⠅⢂⠂⠌⢐⣼⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡎⣷⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⣄⡁⠌⠨⢀⣂⡅⣿⣿⣿⣿