"A Tenth Sense Isn't Worth A Dime's Wine"
A vine holds plenty of tasty rose and lilac wine.
Fine wines change with subway signs.
Old songs are played over and over.
My lover's quarter dime.
Lovely letters mailed.
The reading never failed.
Book burning ages turns with the pages.
Magic by a monk's sages.
Wines under vines.
Ages with the times.
The divine's lines.
Singing song of love.
The tune is very strong from up above.
Poetic lyrics from a joyous humming dove.
By Jonathan Billet
03.17.2015
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