Your neck glistens brightly with crystal-like drops
Your beauty brings tears I can't blink through
You're made from good things like malt, barley and hops
So I think now my dear, I must drink you.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
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awwwwwww, you love beer! you go girl!
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