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The Poets' Wine
I open the bottle and sit here alone just trying to find words that rhyme. But the words seem to pass, so I pick up my glass and drink of the poets' wine. All my tomorrows and yesterdays blend as, today, I try to define. I see troubles and woes in yes's and no's when I drink of the poets' wine. Thens and theres, with whens and wheres are here in the fruit of the vine. And, often, it seems, I find a new dream when drinking the poets' wine. Sometimes things in the poets' wine bring feelings of pain and feelings divine. So, I sit here all night trying to write about what's in the poets' wine. A teardrop or two, with memories of you, insure that later I'll find a tear-stained page from some other age which was lost in the poets' wine. Yet, there's no destiny in the thoughts I set free with words I sometimes find. So, when it's all through, there's just me and you in the last of the poets' wine.
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