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  • Chèrie Poutine, mon amour

    Ah, poutine! J’aime toujours No loon, nor John A. can deflect thy price Thine image captures such allure With our Queen in hand, I’d pay it twice Those golden drippings in which you cleanse The sight, my heart, it beats in toil Basket shaken dry dilates mine lens No further, my tongue I must now […]

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  • Thanks Pops

    Shout out to my dad who forced my siblings and I to learn the entire lyrics of Barrett’s Privateers by the time we were, like, 8. I think every drinking establishment plays that song at least once on Saturday night in Halifax. And you can’t just clap along. You have to scream it out. Thanks […]