A poem in 'Memento' form The candles lit; the blessings said; All gathered for dinner As one; Sometimes the wine goes to our heads; Sauvignon's a winner- All gone. Relaxing, we ease weary minds; And feeling the warm glow- Hearts soar; On our Day of Rest, let's unwind- Please- uncork that Merlot- And pour. Memento?… Continue reading Sauvignon, or: Merlot
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