Wine
There is something about wine
That first glug when it’s poured
The first sip from the glass
The first time it makes you feel invincible.
When I sit at a table
On the cobble streets outside the bar
There is no drink I can think of more
That makes me feel alive.
Copyright © John Foulkes | Year Posted 2015
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