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Wine Tastes Better Aged

Flourished and nourished, hair locks resembling branches, I gaze as it dances — when blowing, he looks glowing. Twenty years had passed, but still, I last. I may have ripened, but I'm still the same berry, same fruit, slightly fragmented, a little indented, not demented. You got a sample of me when I was at my prime, taught a few tricks — oh, to replay our time. Let me discover what you have learned; still, I yearn — like the eternal flame, I burn. Do not read me as if I come with the label “handle with care,” I am more than able. Only sixty-five, still alive! Round-bodied, the taste of sweet and sour — come and devour during lunch hour. Do not guzzle — sip slow, take the time to enjoy this aged wine as we intertwine. Oh, how you've practiced — glad to discover upon this mattress.

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Date: 4/29/2025 10:00:00 AM
Ah sis this sounds like a beautiful and powerful song, and i heard your voice clip on whatsapp reading this and i was impressed by the way you did spoken for this, i really love the lines "little indented, not demented." And "still, I yearn — like the eternal flame, I burn." how clever are your rhymes, you really maintained also a cadence which is so very catchy! Absolutely loved this one! This is a new fave for me! Sending you light always
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Date: 4/27/2025 4:44:00 AM
Yes, Lin, you’re absolutely right. Not all the wine in this poem comes bottled. It’s based on a character from a book—feisty, vivacious, and rekindling an old flame. She’s very much a Mrs. Robinson type, who is seeking a favor returned after a chance encounter with her former lover. I love that you caught the slow, intoxicating mood I was aiming for.
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Lin Lane
Date: 4/27/2025 5:03:00 AM
It sounds delicious, Billie. What's the book?
Date: 4/27/2025 3:51:00 AM
I'm going with the flow and assuming not all of the wine in your poem comes bottled. The aging process can make many things more delectable, sipped slowly. This oozes, "pour me a drink," Billie.
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