Poem -

Infanticide

Sparkeling white wine needs geography

For such a long time that may not be known or a fact

Wine can be a huge part of lives

I think most people would like to step on a bunch of grapes in a barrel

The last time I drank wine it was from a low priced jug

Cheap wines make cheap hangovers?

I have not had a hangover since my teens

Have herd that hangovers are severe dehydration

Red wine was never the same since the first time I drank it

Being a mostly Italian American, wine was around

This Catholic has not gone farther than individual plastic containers

Each with grape juice from a Baptist Church

I have been passing up on the "goblet" for years

People can add fruit or an ice cube

A necessity to cook

Many types of corks to chose from

Who has not enjoyed a movie, television show, joke or story involving wine?

For decorative purposes

Add holiday or any lights into an empty wine container

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Michelle Fazio

Sorry for grammatical and other errors. Not something I have been good at.

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Sayed Thangal

personally I don't like wine, still the lines are beautiful and highly imaginative. well done

sayed

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Michelle Fazio

Thanks. I was more of a liquor person. Basically a non drinker now. Maybe once a year.

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