Gallant the bottle stands
Upon the shelf with comrades
Filled with percentage by volumes.
No arm giving props
Or feet stumbling over;
All stood rigid and strong
Daring men to a challenge.
Men, bigger in frame and size,
Picking up the gauntlet
Reached across the drawn line
To devour the bottle and it's spirit.
Yet, men, bigger in frame and size,
Get knocked off by the spirit
Contained in the bottle.
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