Poetry: Surlies of Repenta & Wine Review: "Le Bosquet"

The Surlies of Repenta in Request,
why aren't you living like the rest?

Spent into loves regress,
waking out and into
its cruel news fest.

Pretty word, love,
then it meant into another,
locked out of being in-love,
just like some others.

Even jealous bells hides away,
talk of love is too dangerous,
to even say,
years and years of living
without true loves way.

the surlies of repenta demand,
only poetry. only poetry.



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Wine Ratings
* - ** - ***
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label;  Le Bosquet
           Merlot
year;   2012
ratings;  **

"Preferably heated with fruit."

Poetry: Fishy High with a Wine Review: "Chateau Saint Genes"

What fish are you?
Toxic and poisonae,
fat and then thin,
in extraordinae,
no, they're too spiked out,
and always get their way.

Is there a purple one?
way too solid in colorae.

Kissy kissies, share and don't run away,
no love birds for you either,
keep writing the list.

Animals: the most uncomfortable with.

Then, the chocolates,
hearts crammed gross
insides extra dyed into sick.


Sounds corny, "remember me?"
did you really want to call
and be romance on the free?
It's not free, it's not free,
it's never ever, never ever,
gonna be.

How much, how much,
is it gonna cost me.
it's convenient to
remember you're
married me.


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Wine Ratings
* - ** - ***

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label;  Chateau Saint Genes
           Bernard Magrez
year;   2011
ratings;  ***

"Quiet humorous, bordeaux, not too tarty."

Poetry: Little Sheep, little sheep

What does sex buy?
getting confused...
tallying into, the land that I lose.
heavy isn't it, quarters?
It was the music, I never knew.
couldn't even recognize,
the arbitraire in lyrics
smattering in titles,
completely unknown,

Little Sheep, little sheep,
what wolf are you?
imagine the outfit, so woolly too.

On all day,
constructs visit whats out,
go on and part with it,
he doesnt love you anyway,
he's just a guy,
we all want the same,
let your little sheeps out.

I kinda hate the crowd,
yopp'in at a woman, in quiets' loud.
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How come the dancing men
entertain in groups?
seems strange an odd re-use.

Luckily we can write about butterflies also.
along comes natures lepidoptera on the free,
a real butterfly, a real papillion,
flitting on the flirtae,
flowers and bees.