Solace - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
And no spelling mistakes
The signature of Arthur Guinnes
in red letters!
Without a valid visa
I gate crashed into St.James Dublin.
Really it's traditionally brewed.
I experienced the robust, mellow and satisfying flavor for myself.
As they say, O what a fine drink Guinnes Extra Stout
And I forgot this month's house rent!
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