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The fruit of the vine was his vice.
You ne'er had to offer it twice.
A volume of vin
He'd gladly take in
While his wife would put out for the Price.
Donald B. Benson
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Peter Lorre, Joyce Jameson and Vincent Price in "The Black Cat", one of the three stories in the Poe-inspired Tales of Terror (Roger Corman; 1962). Please welcome Donald B. Benson to LimerWrecks. Be gentle with him.
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