It's not that I'm an alcoholic but my motto is that "a meal without wine is like a day without sun." So I wrote this poem in praise of my favourite word.
WINE
Wine
Sunshine
Fruit of the vine
Round fields of poles entwine
For I will pine this love of mine
With tears of brine
No time to dine
Or tow the line
Drink the cup of fine
Wine
White, pale, translucent wine
Golden sun-filled wine
Dark purple velvet wine
Incarnadine
Wine
Wine, fruit of the vine.
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