An Ice Cold Beer

A poem about beer

A hot summer day,

sun beating down,

the world is ok,

cold beer in my hand.

Man’s magic potion,

my cold, good mood lotion,

that brown foamy liquid,

pure gold in the glass.

Alcoholic or not,

its the taste that I crave,

he liked a good beer,

it will say on my grave!


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