Succulent Wines Poem by shimon weinroth
Succulent Wines
succulent grapes sweet or
sour turned to wine
loosen the tongue
for free and easy verse
a second cup the room larger
the company cozier
a third glass you are ten feet tall
and your consort prettier than all
consumate the furture
with, a lingering taste of before,
or take another and another
for a stupor of sweet illusions
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