National Poetry Month

There once was a poem, oh, so fine,
it was like an expensive red wine,
with hints of aged oak,
and hickory smoke,
it seduced with each full-bodied line.

There once was a poem, oh, so fine,
it was like an expensive red wine,
with hints of aged oak,
and hickory smoke,
it seduced with each full-bodied line.
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