A Series of Three HaikuA Poem by Shalini RMerlot, zinfandel Chardonnay, fine wine never Grows too ripe with time. She told me we’d pick Up her grandma. She never Said she’s in an urn. Whether it be wine Or women, glass holds what we Keep dearest inside.
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1 Review Added on February 9, 2008 AuthorShalini Rblack hole, MDAboutThe name's Shalini, I'm addicted to wrecklessness. DOT, not feathers. I'm kind of a strange colabaration of ridiciously fun-loving [sadly sometimes without weighing the cost] and an old soul. I am .. more..Writing
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