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Sep 2022
In the vineyard of ripe vine grapes
The grapes drape to the ground
They’re fresh and sweet, to drink or eat
And they sell it by the pound
Grapes may come in different shades
In different sizes too
But some may say they’re best with age
Under cork and *****
Jason Paul Klenetsky
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Jason Paul Klenetsky  50/M/Florida
(50/M/Florida)   
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