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Vintage wine
6/31
Stained red, the feet that tread the grape
Cellars where the casks are laid
Times mellow hand, and Cooper's oak
Refine what's raw, under its cloak
Provenance. signature to that estate
Nose, to sniff a fine bouquet
Lay my casket when I croak
Eulogy say, "he was a vintage bloke"
Stained red, the feet that tread the grape
Cellars where the casks are laid
Times mellow hand, and Cooper's oak
Refine what's raw, under its cloak
Provenance. signature to that estate
Nose, to sniff a fine bouquet
Lay my casket when I croak
Eulogy say, "he was a vintage bloke"
Published 6th May 2021
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28th Nov 2021 2:09am
28th Nov 2021 8:20am
Some time since i wrote that, you may notice it's marked 6/31 written in May I recall for a members NaPo Wr Mo the No 6 poem of 31 EG one poem per day for a month and thanks for your comment
