A Better Wine

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I find yesterday in all you say
and tomorrow lingers
on the tip of my broken tongue

You are so put together
and I am completely undone

Sour grapes are growing
watered here by your hand
in these acres of bitter vines

You offer me a taste like swill
I toast your health with a better wine

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