Walking across a beach, sand between your toes
Stumbling across a bottle of unknowns
The bottle old and rotten
Somehow being unbroken
A glass bottle with an unknown substance inside
A substance unable to be identified
People immediately assume it's some cheap liquor
A liquor ever so bitter
But what if it's wine?
A wine ever so divine
But you'd never know
Unless you gave it a go
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PoetryWould someone like to make me a cover? #1 in #poemcontest Some poetry I write, please do not copy or steal any of this I wrote it myself. So if you see the same poem somewhere else outside of my account then tell me please. warning my poems are not...
