Wine Poem by Jim Richardson

Wine



Pour the wine then shed a tear,
Cry for things long past.
Wet the tongue with the sweetness
Of grape,
Our present sorrow cannot last

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Aldo Kraas 28 March 2007

This poem is excelent

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Jim Richardson

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Clinchco, Virginia
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