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Wine Is My Name


Wine
is my
name

Wine is my name, most of you want and need
me. I pour red, white, and pink,
sparkling and still,
I can be stored in bottles and barrels for years.
I am tasted as sport, I am swallowed and spat,
I am celebrated, imbibed, and released.
I look good in glass, I’m now even in cans,
you can taste me in church, with some people
claiming to reach Heaven, Nirvana, with me.
I inspire friendship, calm, and reflection,
I am behind many poems, great prose and art.
I can make people feel tipsy and sleepy.
I’ve been called medicinal and poison
depending on how much time you spend with me.
I have been around for so long that many people
can’t imagine life without me.
It’s great to be loved, hold and taste me!
Now time for my anti-dada moment that I share with all my named friends…
This is the T-shirt and Hoodie I wear, the poster I see on my wall:

Wine Flows Through Me White T-Shirt Front

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