Broody Ale listens to a song
A perfect way to start
Just another passing day
Reflecting a shadow in his heart

Broody Ale could be a beer
But he would rather not
Could be fun, I insist
Disassociation would do its part

Broody Ale gets a flash of a memory
Something familiar and beyond reach
Scrolls through the collection that was
Oh, the things the memories would breach

Broody Ale won’t question why
Far beyond the answering point
There is a time and place for everything
A multitude of existences disjoint

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