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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Drink the soured wine From the bottom of the barrel Feel the dregs scrape Against your clenching lips Feel the heat of power Flow within your frozen veins But listen to my story As you take restoring sips What age is perfection? If all is before its time Who knows if there is an ending To this unfinished rhyme |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
oh, bittersweet, bittersweet I'm drinking a glass of Merlot...not sour good to read you again |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
There are endless points to ponder for such a short, sweet verse here, Sharon. I dervive a grave sense of melancholy and hopelessness beneath the surface. The perfect age is the age you are right now. There is no getting younger, and you have no guarantee of getting older either. Live for now. There is always an ending but there's never need to rush it, is there?  Michael |
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Marshalzu 
since 2001-02-15
Posts 2681Lurking |
Wonderfully written PdV |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Nice, humourous and pithy poem. 2+2=5 for sufficiently large values of 2 |
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