The hanging grapes upon the verdant vine,
Throughout the many lands in which its grown,
Becomes the charming drink that is called wine;
Indeed, it’s quite the venture to be known.

For women and for men it has been made –
It’s inspiration to assembled masses;
To drink and to enjoy is how it’s stayed
As its gladly poured into the glasses.

With pleasure we do find it is to drink,
And though it can be quite the awful bane,
It warms our hearts and makes us want to think;
Into our hearts and minds it will remain.

A soulful pleasure it will always be –
A greatly blessed comfort unto thee.

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