The pot of wine, an old lady.
The old lady in the kitchen is in the making.
Likewise, both the wine and she, mellowing
Likewise, she is babbling as the mellowing wine makes some noises.
At a comfortable corner of the old kitchen,
there 's that profound serenity.
Likewise, the sweet lady and the sweet wine
The old lady takes a sip and becomes ecstatic.
The kitchen's scent is heavenly filled.
She ages, the wine mellows.
The wine mellows.
Her pot of wine and her children's children is all she falls.
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