An Old Wine Grower Poem by nimal dunuhinga
An Old Wine Grower
He became a ghost after he died
and goes to the every president
like a Santa Claus and he keeps a gift
at their door steps.
A hamper to each of different wines
once you drink never sleeps.
Then all the rulers can see what is happening
in this world.
Who became a ghost? i'm still alive, but I feel every presidrent since Nixon has be listening to me
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5/13/2024 9:39:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very powerful volume, you have given this much thought.Thankyou for sharing your art with us.Love Duncan