Remember the use of many a, church key, to open doors of ale? ....
Sealed of steel, to never pale.
Tastes refreshed as frothing's tide...
Imbued in depth to a most, liquored ride.
Dizzying effects bent to throes, aligned as never lost, astride...
Key holes of aluminum doth glide.
Crowned caps bent...
Sailed air currents-abide.
Drinking games like tops or beer pong....
Quarters, endured most to ballad-ac, song.
Never righteous, only wrong!
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