Growing With Grapes
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Growing with grapes,
Reflect the tapes,
In helpless dreams,
Their flowing streams,
From a valley so green,
The grapes I preen,
No juice for the wine,
But the wrinkles shine,
In a loose thicker gown,
The grapes are brown,
The gone greenery,
Changed the scenery,
The raisin is dry,
Its taste I try,
Viscous is the juice,
With me on a deuce,
A delicious game,
O God! In your name,
Neither love is a shame,
Nor it's blame,
Sweeter than the grapes,
Raisin dances in the tapes!
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