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A Fine Wine I’d like to think that writing poetry is… Like making a fine wine Fermenting in my mind. Spilling into a glass at just the right time Giving the glass a slow swirl Seeing the color and texture. Tasting it as it slowly rolls across my tongue Only when I deem it to be tasty I share it with others. *~*~ Shelly Huntsman ~*~*
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