Vino Voluntaire
This morning the Fruit of the VineIs no longer a comrade of mine.
Last night, a different story
Side by side to glory.
Much later, as I slept
The toxic turncoat crept
Through blood vessels and veins
To muscle mass and brains.
Its time to end this war
I`ll fight this fight no more
Unless of course Fitou is on special offer again (3 for 2)
Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2016-03-08 at 00:48
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