I saw a beer tap called
Cheval Blanc
while sitting in a tavern
in Quebec City.
Cheval Blanc.
It was the most heroic,
and poetic,
and majestic,
and powerful
name I’d heard in a while.
Cheval Blanc.
I liked the marriage
of the sound
of the v and the l
and I liked the finality
of the word "Blanc."
Right at that moment,
Cheval Blanc-...
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