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VINTAGE (Free verse) by bonsaimirror The memories seem to play on wine.
Keep me to think on you from time to time.
To hear your voice and see your smile,
I'll float with memory for a while.
Drifting as the colors change,
they say it gets better with older age.
But memories fade and so does time,
'till they float once more upon the wine.
Up the ladder:
Freedom is Silence and Screaming Thoughts
Down the ladder:
Confusion
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Posted: November 6, 2002 12:59 PM PST; Last modified: November 6, 2002 12:59 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.809275 Overall Rank: 11000 Comments:
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Tintagiles @ 207.179.173.110
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6-Nov-02/3:12 PM
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The first line is magnificent. The rest puerile.
and wine turns to vinegar when exposed to air.
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