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HOME BREW
It started with a bottle,
A friend said its great stuff,
I started with a glass or two,
Then could not get enough.
He taught me how to make it,
This wine that was so fine,
And when I had succeeded,
Each bottle there was mine.
I started with one demijohn,
It turned out quite all right,
But now its getting silly,
I make one every night.
The pungent smell of brewing,
Fills the room each day,
You think you’re in a brewery,
That’s what some people say.
But at the end it’s worth it,
With bottles filled galore,
All the different flavors,
The aroma when it’s poured.
Then when I have a party,
The home brew it comes out,
Each person there gets merry,
Left legless without doubt.
By B Kingsford Copy Write 2,003
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