Sunshine Became a Dreadful Time
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I poured her a glass of lovely Red Wine
by the end of the night she'd be all mine
as the evening progressed
I liked her less and less
for her true inner self began to shine
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A Francine Roberts Contest
"Bottle Of Wine, ( Fruit On The Vine, When....)
Written~ 6-17-2011
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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