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Song of Bacchus
Sonnet 3
Songs of love, the angels softly singing
With words of silver shining in the sun
Pots of wine, the cherubs are all bringing
So that we may be drunk when we are done.
The land of milk and honey can't compete
Though Moses gave his life to lead them there.
For sure their lives could not have been complete
Without the wine and song that we all share.
When ends the feast and you are all but gone
Please drink some more and get your neighbor trashed
For if he does not learn to sing our song
He might find that his goblet has been smashed.
And in the night the feast shall surely rage
But wine without a cup slips off the page.
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