Treasure Island

Stanley Cooper

(August 4th,1926 / New York City)

A Holy High


I thank the Gods for inventing wine
Spiritually it suits me fine
A flask of red with ravioli
Leaves me feeling high and holy


Life flies by, so what the hell
To dine and wine, we might as well
Perhaps the Gods will join us when
We drink an amen toast to them

Submitted: Friday, October 20, 2006
Edited: Thursday, October 21, 2010

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