A GLASS OF WINE
When the Rhine wine was pouring from the bottle into the glass.
It was neither the same nor different. The first sip was swallowed and it hit The tongue-tip with the bitterness. The second one dipped the throat with a little sweet. And the third one reached the stomach with a little burn. Three of them were neither real nor unreal, Why did they make drinkers drunkards?
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