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Winepress
’Twas Martha, not Mary, quite contrary
When asked just how the vineyard grows.
A sanctuary from the world;
that’s what we really meant, you know.
Methinks latinx* can visit here
To trim the vines so merry.
Our food’s divine, just watch the time,
And catch the evening ferry.
*rhymes with methinks, methinks :-)
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Jeff Kyser
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