As soon as the juice is pressed,
Wine is one of the purest substance known to mankind;
Unadulated wine contains no leaving.
The muse of cake and wine!
Cultivating and harvesting grapes;
With the muse of the land,
Snow, rain and sunshine to satisfy your work!
Like the sacrifice of a lamb.
Cream of tartar! ! !
Egg white into fluffy;
Griddle time,
A flaky aerated pastry!
With the muse of the cake;
And, with vinegar or lemon juice.
Where wine is lacking, drugs are needed for your health;
However, moderate drinking lowers bile cholesteral saturation.
Red, red, wine!
A little wine curbs gallstone.
Baking powder and acidic phosphate salt;
The muse of the cake;
Egg white into fluffy! !
With the muse of your cake and red wine.
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