i see the vine
and pick each grape
feel the juice in between my toes
i watch the vine slowly grow
and see it die each winter
but i know spring is near
and ill be back out on the fields
watching my babies blossum
and ill pick each grape
and turn into yuppie juice
and poor mans fluids
that will sooth the tummies
and make good conversations that my feet made
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
i see the vine
and pick each grape
feel the juice in between my toes
i watch the vine slowly grow
and see it die each winter
but i know spring is near
and ill be back out on the fields
watching my babies blossum
and ill pick each grape
and turn into yuppie juice
and poor mans fluids
that will sooth the tummies
and make good conversations that my feet made
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