To my surprise-suprime I drink
that glass is full of dewey red
bottom up, they say
each drop needs to find its way
to trinkle-trinkle down my throat
red-hot arrows of the suggestive claret
all of them surprises in their own way
A glass, you know, may shine
so does this claret
looking blood, being grapes
nonetheless suprime surprises
all of it an army of true marksmen
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