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Drunkard's life for me

by michael-robert-triska

May the devils have their due, and the angels get their share. Long live the home brewer of meads and brews and other godly delights that came from the yeast. Here, here, to the dreamers that made the flavors of barley, hops, and malts. Here, here, to the honey the fruits and maples that make the mead so sweet. So raise your glass and tip your steines to the brewers that made life a lot more easier to shine. Ziggy, zoggy, ziggy, zoggy, oy, oy, oy.
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michael-robert-triska
51 / M
Published
Oct 8, 2023
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Copyright Michael Robert Triska 2023, A Oktoberfest speech.

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