April was the cruelest month

A poem a day is exhausting.
Happy to return to my lack of regularly-scheduled programming.
To that end, here is a photo of a yummy beer I drank to further disrupt any schedules still lurking about:
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That bit of glowing light in the bottom is a fairy. Gives the beer that extra bit of Oomph! They taste like lemon chicken.

April was the cruelest month

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