Our Vases Were Filled With Wine Poem by Mark Heathcote
Our Vases Were Filled With Wine
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As our childhoods spun on a dime
But it wasn't the abstinence of tears
That made us into granite rocks.
It wasn't Mount Vesuvius…
That turned us each into clay-pots
So what was it, please... answer!
Well, look, look, here's the answer…
It's written on the back of that mirror.
Friday, September 21, 2012
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4/26/2024 12:08:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
we make ourselves either weak or strong! diluted ethanol is used on the plants for the flowers to bloom faster! Nice poem!