Cider's the heartiest drink that thou shalt ever see
Drunken by mirthful maids and stalwart swains from east to west
Aye, everyone's drinking it both me and hopefully thee
Beats burly beer, wretched wine and all the rest
Aye, I've drunken the bally lot, and sooth Cider stood the test
So raise thy glass o' cider to the athelest apple ale of them all
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Songs of the Reed
ΠοίησηA repository of various poems that I have written over the years gathered into this publication. Influences range from Whitman, Ginsberg to Shakespeare and Milton and confluence into what is hopefully a larger collection. It'll be updated daily with...
