Wine
Thank you for the wine
Ah, a chilled white
Yes, I know
It's cold outside tonight
But this glass of wine
Is more than this glass
It's what it brings to mind
While cold winds chill us all
I am sipping a red
On the Adriatic Sea
And it goes straight to my head
While the temp drops outside
I am In an Italian vineyard
Swirling my glass of white
And quoting lines of the Bard
The cold drives us inside
But from the bottle I drink
On a Chinese mount I sit
Dangling my legs over the Brink
Thank you for the wine
This. Glass of white
Is more than the glass
It is what it brings to mind
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