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Grapes

sweet yet sour,
eaten by the hour,
with pips or pip-less,
none the less scrumptious!

We have green we have red,
and when left to dry,
we can bake raisin bread...

but even better,
we make wine,
that when drunk,
makes us feel fine -
It makes us smile,
just for a little while,
before we collapse on our bed,
and wake up to dread,
the effect on our head!

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  1. Date: 11/25/2012 11:26:00 AM

    On the bed hungover / With no wine left over / Time to start a new day / With cafe au lait. Loved your poem.

    Kyriacou Avatar Maria Kyriacou Date: 11/26/2012 12:16:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    haha I should make one about coffee it was a fun little poem glad u enjoyed it :)