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I'm really enjoying this little beer, Each sip doth speaketh un to me. The green tint glass seems so sincere, As if the bottle also ponders me. And when I finish this little beer, I'll roll a smoke regretfully. As the bottle sits so empty clear, It's label will plead its identity.
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
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I'm really enjoying this little beer, Each sip doth speaketh un to me. The green tint glass seems so sincere, As if the bottle also ponders me. And when I finish this little beer, I'll roll a smoke regretfully. As the bottle sits so empty clear, It's label will plead its identity.
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
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