A Rewarding Labor
My juicy grapes are so ripe, plump and white,
they have soaked up most of the summer's sun...
will they make the tastiest wine?
Sparkling wine for gests' delight...
while I pull the air-tight cork with true might!
Entered in Francine Robert's contest,
" Bottle Of Wine "
June 23, 2001
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