Wine - Poem by Jessie Peter
That which was not mine,
neither was it thine.
We fought over it like it were wine,
ended up calling each other a swine.
Little did we know that it was not wine,
it pricked us like pine.
And together we whine.
Thus a pact we sign,
that neither will call the other a swine.
Then out we go and dine,
and we celebrate with some wine.
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