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First Date
Off the vine ; very appealing.
She does not come apart.
Her wit is biting.
My wine spills.
Kisses my cheek, trying not to laugh.
That was twenty years ago.
It's only grapes.
She does not come apart.
Her wit is biting.
My wine spills.
Kisses my cheek, trying not to laugh.
That was twenty years ago.
It's only grapes.
Published 9th Jul 2024
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One of my first descort poems
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