A Peeled Grape

A peeled grape
Is the same
No escape
From the game

Bearing skin
Maybe red
Let’s begin
When dead

For somehow
Life extends
To grow
But depends

A white grape
Holds fame
A landscape
Lacking blame

Truth however
Knows rest
Never
Drops the quest

So the grape
Ages just fine
Behind a drape
To become wine




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