Tempest brewed

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Don't you know
it's just a rage
a tempest brewed
from grape not sage-
in all the world
there's not a stage
not tread by feet already.

And so I bow
and bid me out
you cared for nought
nor gave a shout
as all that is
will come about
with out you being ready.

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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 30th Jul 2019 06:11

Like a surrender to the inevitable Tommy, there is nothing more soul destroying than this feeling...but as with your words it can be done with dignity, grace and some flair.

Nice one,

David.

"Brewed from Grape not Sage" is very good.

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