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Red Wine and Old Men

Old men and red wine (Portugal) In the bodega old men drink red wine (never white) They are proud of their elderliness and solves The worlds many problems; something about keeping your head down and work hard. Then as shadows fall and night approaches, they go home to wives who scold them gently for smelling of wine but they do hope to meet their old friends tomorrow afternoon at the bodega. Not many bodegas left now, big wooden caskets of wine, sink counter and stone floors, wine bars are taking over, bottles of showy wine with posh labels like that should have anything to do with friendship.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 9/30/2011 11:35:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your excellent poetry today Jan. I wish you a most enjoyable weekend with lots of sunshine and happy thoughts. Love, Carol
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 9/30/2011 12:57:00 PM
thank you Carol

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