The power of beer

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A burnt arrow
a battered door
a land lay fallow
the moats filled shallow

A catapult without stone
a wheelless ram
empty fire pits
uninhabited tents

What may this be?
Has the siege extended man’s reach?
Or has the city already been breached?

The wind whispers
while silence reigns
but then
someone came

“Guten tag”, says the German traveller.
“Freibier at the pub…”
“ja?”

 

Keep_reading 🙂 🙂
Love ❤ ❤

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3 Comments

  1. Really Great Gift Ideas says:

    Let’s drink a toast to the beautiful young ladies with very tiny boobies! LOL
    xoxo

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  2. Ankit says:

    😛 😀

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    1. RENEE says:

      😉 😛

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