I've come to know goats.
Oh escutcheon, oh pin bone, oh hock.
I've come to know goats.
Oh udder me not.
For I'm for whithers.
Over brisket and knee.
I've come to know goats.
May my goat know me.
J-Stache
(come to find out, Rolaids do not diminish the effects of acid)
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