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Seriously, could
such sentences ever
not delight? The prose,
the prose! Everywhere he
strews himself sudden
roots a rose. So it goes,
so he knows or at least
thinks he knows. It's
a bit "on the nose,"
and much to expect
of correctness in assessments
so drunk on glows
deeply grown, picked
and pressed into heady
hearty reds, gleaming whites
shone with light deeply
gleaned in the wisdom
of berry and terroir,
and all vintner's arts.
Plus a few choice rosés,
for the sake of the sentiments 
exposed in the starts, and the fits
to catharsis of hearts and minds
blown to bits in the words, 
words, words, words, words,
words, words. In the plucking
and the pricking and the tucking 
and the sticking in the spinning
and the winning and the dining
and the whining of the words.