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Vintage Wine
Shut down in the cellar
for decades long
It waited patiently for the
owner to come along
Fermenting in the oaken
old wooden casks
Stacked ceiling high along
the cellar walls
It hoped the owner will
soon come down
And fill it in bottles and
take it to the town
Where everyone will smack
their lips at the first sip
And compliment it as the
best vintage wine ever
What it did not know was the
house above was long gone
Bombed flat with the owner
in the second world war
for decades long
It waited patiently for the
owner to come along
Fermenting in the oaken
old wooden casks
Stacked ceiling high along
the cellar walls
It hoped the owner will
soon come down
And fill it in bottles and
take it to the town
Where everyone will smack
their lips at the first sip
And compliment it as the
best vintage wine ever
What it did not know was the
house above was long gone
Bombed flat with the owner
in the second world war
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Vintage Wine
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