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Jan 2016
India is where it was born
Or was it England?
Probably somewhere in between
When the stern wind blew it in

Pale isn't a proper color
I think more vibrantly
Amber shaded glory
Seen vividly on my tongue

Ale, a old friend
He grew on me
Now we are best friends
Riders to the end
An ode to my favorite beer
Marcus Belcher
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Marcus Belcher  36/M/Pelham, AL
(36/M/Pelham, AL)   
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