These words pour forth,
fluid as cheap wine,
vividly dressed,
like any branded vintage.
Gentle on tired pockets,
they dull the mind’s edge;
after a few goblets,
they all blend into one.
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So nicely put and with such a great metaphor. They excite the appetite and enhance the flavor of life. Thanks for sharing
Intoxicating indeed!
Ahh, a bit of French - veritas?! I dunno these languages. lol.
Oui, oui!
I am led to believe it all tastes the same after the third or fourth pint .. and tends to loosen the tongue as well as any remaining inhibitions .. cheers 🍷🍷🍷🍾
Much like poetry it would seem!
i don't drink, but have seen words pouring forth spontaneously like the wine in the barrels after just one, two pegs - good observation
Observation is a very useful tool for writing ✍️ but you already know that, thanks kindly NafisaSB!
most welcome, have a beautiful day
True words atqios but if you are buying mine is a Rioja. 🤣🤣🤣
Andy
*Makes a mental note*
One leads to many. Lol.
Always the case! 🤣
1..2..3..floor. LOL! Oh, that's tequila, not wine. LOL! Seriously! Great write, enjoyed it like a fine wine!
🤣
Pissed again?
(Don't look at me in that tone of voice - this turned up on the trailer to another post entirely!)🙃
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