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Sangria Me!

Beautiful wine glass, filled with pretty fruit,

floating in magical liquid before me.

Red, or white, it matters not, as long as the taste is sweet.

Oranges, apples, lemons, limes.

Strawberries, cherries, blueberries, oh my!

It goes down smooth, and distracts my mind.

I’ve always been a lightweight, I guess.

Never too much, a glass or two will do.

Plus, it’s only once in a while.

Well okay, except that one time…

We were celebrating that night, weren’t we…

It made me laugh and happy, but then,

losing my footing and holding on to his belt.

I didn’t have that much, I swear. At least he drove.

Finally, kicking out of my shoes and giggling all the way home.

That memory should make me sad, but instead I laugh.

Many happy times since then, since you.

And, even still, I love drinking my sangria.

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