Edgar Allan Poe “Pour-trait”

Poe was a master of macabre, but there was nothing ghastly about his love for beer.

Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chambers of my brain.
Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies,
Come to life and fade away:
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today.

– Edgar Allan Poe

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