The Epitome Of Me

I have found that a bottle of oaky Chardonnay, will induce my creativity;
My heart and Soul both searching, for “The Epitome Of Me”!
The angst that I often suffer, will quickly disappear;
A new sense of security, erases all my fear!
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With no effort, I record my epiphanies, the zeniths of my Zen;
As my brain receives the messages, to be written by my pen!
The depths of my existence, I relate with poetic verse;
Some of them are happy, some of them adverse!
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But all are told with veracity, an oenophile’s ethics code;
To never mislead their readers, writing truth in all one’s odes!
Some accuse me of being loose-lipped, the spirits guiding my tongue;
But I feel that in the future, my praise will oft be sung!
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A bottle of wine
I’m at the epitome
Of my odes prowess