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Peak Ale
Peak Ale
Rivers of beer flow down the mountainside
Like spring time rain fresh wet refreshing drowning
So lovely to sooth you no worries mountain beer
Very strong just what the doctor ordered
Drink your fill have enough to drown in
You will not feel death it’ll be like birth
New beginnings brought by peak beer
Brewed atop the summit by a Goddess
See people lined up to su...
Monday 19th August 2024 1:42 pm
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