drank a pinot noir,
Rascal, they called it,
from Willamette Valley,
Oregon.
drank it at The Quarter,
a charming establishment
on Hudson Street,
in the cobblestoned West Village.
I love a good name
as much as
I love a good Pinot,
and to scribe about
the city I love
where I was born,
schooled and fooled in,
by many a woman.
The city where I named
and raised my children.
Will probably die in
this city, and when
I am long forgot,
my name never uttered,
you,
*as my designated
rememberer,
will think of me
whenever someone says,
he was such a rascal*
http://www.thequarternyc.com/
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
drank a pinot noir,
Rascal, they called it,
from Willamette Valley,
Oregon.
drank it at The Quarter,
a charming establishment
on Hudson Street,
in the cobblestoned West Village.
I love a good name
as much as
I love a good Pinot,
and to scribe about
the city I love
where I was born,
schooled and fooled in,
by many a woman.
The city where I named
and raised my children.
Will probably die in
this city, and when
I am long forgot,
my name never uttered,
you,
*as my designated
rememberer,
will think of me
whenever someone says,
he was such a rascal*
http://www.thequarternyc.com/
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