life is a menu, if you don’t like what you are eating, order something else
becoming the thing we most admire. Some call it Love
unlike thoughts of frosted grapes, the cold we knew was mortal
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The peeling of grapes can change the face of friendship.
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From the fruit of the vine came the sour grapes-Like raging bulls to the matadors capes-They can't put losing to bed-And continue to see red-The bad whine spills and the good wine escapes
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If yellow was blue and green was red how many grapes are in a bowl of apples
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Passion is purple
The grapes of wrath
Squeeze some out
Anger is a blast
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Poetry
Poetry is words of power,
incantations of the hour,
magic for the fool,
a facination tool,
before the grapes go sour...
Don
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