He has business which is spread across the length and breadth of the globe.
You see him often making appearances on TV, gracing the covers of the glossiest magazines and you also see with equal frequency giving comfort to the underprivileged in the farthest, remotest, neglected corners of the world.
Both rich and poor call him a personal friend with confidence.
Equally comfortable in the rich mansion of Vienna and under the grimy roof of Dharavi.
He can share a drink in the swankiest club or in the dingiest hut.
Secular, non-discriminating, friendly, warm, racially non-prejudiced. Color, caste, creed have no meaning for him.
His name is Cola…Coca Cola.
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3 comments:
grt copy...each line in itself (with the last) cud be worked out in an ad for coke..
You see gorgeous women pick him up, take off his top and passionately put their lips to his mouth.
Bravo! This is one of the wittiest posts ever...
How do you come up with the topics for each post? Every post tops the previous one on your blog..
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