Wine-O
Wine –O Pete and Peggy
They nursed their bottles
Like a mom nurses her newborn
Magic was inside their bottles of wine
A drink or two washed away their storms
Their lovers were, Ripple, Thunderbird and other
Bum wines that were picked from a vine
Pete and Peggy were drinking friends
Not a “he or she is mine”
They’d sit on the bus stop bench
With their wines in a paper bag
They’d take a sip
Cherishing every taste they had
They’d twist their bottle caps slowly and precise
And it always opened so they never twisted their caps twice
The liquor store was on the corner
And they went in and out that liquor store door
At least three times a day
“Hey Pete and Peggy where are you two going”
To the store is the only thing they’d say
One day on the bus bench Peggy was sitting by her self
Someone asked her “Where’s Pete?”
She answered “He found someone else
Pete came around the corner looking tired and beat
When Peggy saw him
She jumped to her feet
Pete handed her a bottle and she said
“O Pete, O Pete”
They embraced, and that day they shared something
That was really sweet
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