Jim Richardson


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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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 8, 2011

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  • Aldo Kraas (3/28/2007 8:44:00 PM)

    This poem is excelent

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