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the whine of wine
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the whine of wine |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia 
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some nights I whine and the wine flows from glass to lips perhaps to the hips but I don't give a damn about the hips though they are still fairly slim after all the years after all the tears and the chaos of life that sometimes pulls at the seams so if I sometimes whine, blame it on the wine though truth be told, even the water flows the same when the sky is blue I can feel great when it rains, well, hell's only a step away until I remember the spring flowers that will bloom because of the rain |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
and a toast to to whine and wine on lips and hips, and nah, its only about l20 a glass, ive checked.  drink up drink up let me fill your cup with the promise of a man |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
LOL, ok, sister goddess |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Smile. It does make my french doors look better.   yer a doll. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
*clink* Here's to you Kacy! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
LOL, you still working on those damn doors? I'll drink another glass for you m'dear, to help you finishem' off.  |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
hey Nanc, thanks! clink clink |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Better Come Drink Wine with Me 1. Don’t go hide in the deep mountains— you’ll only come to hate it. Your teeth will ache with the chill of dawn water, your face smart from the bite of the night frost. Go off fishing and winds will blow up the cove; return from gathering firewood to find snow all over the cliffs. Better come drink wine with me; face to face we’ll get mellowly, mellowly drunk. 2. Don’t go off and be a farmer— you’ll only make yourself miserable. Come spring and you’ll be plowing the lean soil, twilight and it’s time to feed the skinny ox. Again and again you’ll be hit for government taxes, but seldom will you meet up with a year of good crops. Better come drink wine with me; together we’ll get quietly, quietly drunk. 3. Don’t go climbing up to the blue clouds— the blue clouds are rife with passion and hate, everyone a wise man, bragging of knowledge and vision, flattening each other in the scramble for merit and power. Fish get chowdered because they swallow the bait; moths burn up when they bumble into the lamp. Better come drink wine with me; let yourself go, get roaring, roaring drunk. 4. Don’t go into the realm of red dust— it wears out a person’s spirit and strength. You war with each other like two horns of a snail, end up with one ox-hair worth of gain. Put out the fire that burns in your rage, stop whetting the knife that hides in a smile. Better come drink wine with me; we’ll lie down peacefully, merrily, merrily drunk. Po Chü-i |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
LOL, yanno John, Po Chu-i is one of my all time favorite poets? And I'd have been happy to drink the whole dang gourdful with him, and spend the day speaking rhyme time. LOL, thanks for the Po-etic reply. |
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garysgirl 
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Hi Kacy,  Here's to you, Lady!! Hugs, Ethel |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Hey, Ethel, good to see you waving in here! Hoping all is well in passionate FL. |
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