Wine Tasting Daily
She goes
Just like the sign says
Daily
She tastes every hour
Religiously
Grapes touching her
Red stained lips
Plentiful sips
Then there's her...
She'd rather stomp the grapes
Dances as she skips
Discovering billows
Of fresh wine vapes
Carefree
She is free to roll around
Do as she pleases
It's anyone's guess
What she's going to do?
...play
Her life is a mystery
...whimsical
Wine stained floral dress
...mysterious
White lace n lovliness
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