Devine Wine Poem by Scarlet .....

Devine Wine

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turning my whole body numb
no reason
no rhyme
oh defiantly
not this time
tonight is a night
purely divine
I draw no line
I shall drink all this fine wine
I would but from a glass
but tonight
I do not care about class
I’ll drink straight from the bottle
until all I can do is wottle

Sunday, January 20, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: rhyme
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