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 Beer Poem
 
 Beer, beer, beautiful beer
 the more you drink,
 the more you peer(s)
 will admire your debonaire teeth
 as they glint in the glare of
 of the glass of so many bottles
 lost in your sea of despair
 don't forget to tip your waitress
 and kiss her hair
 
 Drink a porter, drink a stout,
 drink a pilsner, dance and shout
 Chapstick, my flavored amigo,
 perchance a sepulchre?
 Don't take to long, OK? I gotta use it too.
 Barley juice?
 Dionisus fuck you!
 after all, does not wine
 suck donkey dongs?
 yes, I do believe this is true.
 
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