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Beers
Her beauty glistened by the fireside,
The finest breed of an everlasting religious creed.
This night, my friends, will go down in history,
Sipping away, volumising our souls.
Turning our foals into stallions.
Favourites sat at our feet,
Barely visible in the ambient darkess of the carefully chosen room.
The metal can sweats out the contents of her womb.
With surgical accuracy, she rises to hand height,
Tilts in the glimmering light and with a flick of the wrist
Comes to settle in her homeland.
But only for a while.
Nomadic at the best of times her liquid composition chimes
In her brief glory, celebrated by old friends.
A sacred sacrament made only by the best men.
The pilgrimage to redmonds on any weekend night.
To manipulate the fruits of her crown and in her sweetness I would drown.
In before ten and we're on the road again.
Over liquid gold, we reminisced of days of old.
While never realising that our memories were in constant creation.
For this moment to end, would be an abomination.
Not only to all of mankind.
But to those who savoured every drop as if it were their last.
Our sails we did cast and off we set like well oiled ships into the night.
