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The Baron
As I sit here with my friend,
An reminisce of days past...
I take another sip
From the Baron that's in my glass.
I think he hails from Spain !
He's dark rough and red!
He cost under three pounds!!
He never gives me a big head;
When we first met.
He was standing on a shelf,
His picture had a Victorian look
I wanted him to myself!
He was there to clean my palate
After an evening meal!
And now were old friends
Late at night a glass I steal!
His name is Baron Romero;
He is a warm and friendly comfort......
And when I finish his bottle
I tend to hear a heavenly trumpet!!!!!!
Sobriety maybe be cool !
But the baron has become a mate ,
we talk of life ,and love
I leave in a terrible state!!!!
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The Baron
The Baron