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Kava Poem
When a "Bula" goes the round, cheering tongues got numb, Sharpened ears for calming sound, the ocean's waves, my dear drum. Like dirty water, you might look, your taste is unique in a way, All the sorrow you took, Thanks a lot, I have to say.- Pauli
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