Voices Of Babylon

Voices Of Babylon
The Outfield

Hit the message I can hear you calling
No ones going anywhere tonight
We conceived a modern generation
It was free but now we pay the price
Were the victims of our own creation
Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white
Watch the struggle of our temptation
Instincts barely keeping us alive
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BeerKu

I don’t think I’ve ever posted poetry on my blog before, so here goes. There may be more where this came from.

A cure for parched lips
High-gravity beer in hand
Not just in my mind

Tasty beer is best
When its served while its still fresh
Beer does not age well
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