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Canned Beer poetry on tap Wednesday at new St. Paul gallery

I thought (and prayed) I’d never hear

A poem written to praise canned beer.


Tho’ the heft, and sweating can

Elicits raves from thirsty man.


The oozing foam; metallic pop!

I’m rolling now, can hardly stop.


Wish I’d entered this witty ditty

In Wednesday’ event in the Capital City.


For a reading series that’s off the wall

At the new  Back Alley Gallery in St. Paul


Wednesday’s topic really will be

Based on Canned Beer Poetry.


This is Canned Beer Month, don’t you know.

No verse allowed about Bordeaux.


In Lowertown the group will meet:

262 East Fourth Street.


They’ll show how we folks on the prairie

Can make the mundane literary.


And we sure won’t be apologetic

When about our Lite, we wax poetic.

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