Ruminations on a glass of wine: crappy poem

The fruit flies want a taste of my wine

I don’t want to share

I like the way it smells right before I sip

and the fragrance lingering in my nose

after I’ve held it in my mouth.

Red wine reminds me of communion

in the days when I went to church,

when I was a good little girl.

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