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My father was my link to beer And Rheingold was his brew. That red and white can held the only Lager that I knew. As I grew up I switched to wine - Sangria was in style - And even learned to like some booze - Tequila, for a while. But years ago I drifted back To early brewski days, Especially when I discovered Hoppy IPA's. Back then, the stores had just a few So I scoped out my faves. I tried to spread the word but Very few confirmed my raves. Yet happily for me, today, The craft beer movement's hot And with so much to choose from, There are loads I like a lot. My dad, if he were still alive, Would sip and shake his head, Rejecting all those crafty brews For Rheingold-types instead. But each of us would raise a glass (Or bottle, can or mug) And share a father-daughter toast Before we'd smile and chug.

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Date: 6/26/2015 3:54:00 PM
I don't know if it's your affinity for beer or what. But this poem seemed to just write itself. Some of your poems flow so perfectly, who knew God would help you write about beer. :) Have a nice weekend ilene. Raise a glass for me.
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Date: 6/22/2015 3:22:00 PM
This is another side to you, Ilene:) Still trying to picture you with frothy mug in hand, as I reread this entertaining poem! I can recommend a Maltese Cisk Lager:) Cheers! // paul
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Date: 6/22/2015 9:09:00 AM
NOw I find out you are a beer guzzler. You never fail to surprise me, dear Ilene. Cute one!
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