Life is like the finest of wines
it's really fermented, only, when ready
each one individually has it's own 'best years'
unless the decanting's steady, it could 'heady.'
All the young fruit begin their milling
some are lost, in the distilling, some spilling
but if one is willing, it really is thrilling
the whole act becomes quite the top of the billing.
Tony Bradley
May the Devil not notice you sneak into Heaven - Tony Bradley
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