French Rain - Poem by Saiom Shriver
In France the sweet rain
turns grapes to champagne.
Let such libation
cause no one pain.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
described a night of champagne
after which she woke up in her
hotel room as people were invading
it. She yelled at them to get out
until she realized she was on
the floor of an elevator.
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