Fermented Blood of Grapes: An Ode To Wine

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Oh, fermented blood of grapes
Tamer of Princes and Paupers,
Muse to Writers and Saints,

Enter, render me hazy and quell
These ravenous demons, even if
This night only and into the next

Oh, prized fruit of the gnarled vine,
Provocateur of murderers and thieves,
Thin this muddled blood that bleeds the hue of you!

Oh, breeder of children and death,
Courier of disease, false calm and hope,
I gladly host you in any quality and quantity!

Esteban Luis Soto (c) 2011

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