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Nov 2015
Dear Mr.Wine.......
Why doth you taste indefinitely divine?
Was it your soft yet hard sealed cork,
Or was it medusa, your duchess renound sort?
So ruby rose you are, an elixir for the affluent
Your taste yet sour nor sweet, sometimes bitter
You are to me,
Yet it all begins from opening you
From using my turnstile top of thine corkscrew!
I call it the corkscrew bop
Spinning of the top, to pop the cork off
Does my corkscrew do
So that we may drink a few
Tyler James Roberts
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Tyler James Roberts  Florida
(Florida)   
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