I've tasted that red before, maroon if you will.
But today I've sauntered, swindled it, not even noon until
the glass was empty, every drop was gone.
To my slinky buzzed slither was it all.
I grinned and snickered, a feeling so warm in me.
Filled with the richness the grapes were born to be.
Just a precious ruby, then ended dry.
I'm cheap and I'm smirking and I know why.
This feeling is brief and it won't last near far.
But it was delightful, every sip of that Pinot Noir.
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from Worlds Great Wines http://ift.tt/1BEhN3Y
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