A Toast To Wine
Plump grapes patiently wait on their vines
To be plucked in the prime of life
Give a toast to this spirit sublime
Oh the joy of sipping away the days decline
Eagerly pop open the cork with my pocketknife
Plump grapes patiently wait on their vines
The sweet aroma permeates the air enshrined
Thoughts unfocused, attention is rife
Give a toast to this spirit sublime
Spirited dancing late, not caring of time
Such a joy- this barhopping nightlife
Plump grapes patiently wait on their vines
Succulent, lovely wine- my lover and concubine
Feeling no need for a nagging wife
Give a toast to this spirit sublime
Our devout affair leaves no time
Shrugging off hideous daily strife
Plump grapes patiently wait on their vines
Give a toast to this spirit sublime
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