Sweet November Wine Poem by Eva Mae Witt
Sweet November Wine
November Wine
She danced around like an exquisite sight
All eyes were on her as if she looked fine
her delightful face was in awe so bright
her first taste felt like Sweet November wine
This woman looked as if the dance floor could
be bedazzled by her prancing and dance
as if the floorboards were made of pine wood
she knew she'd find her man for his romance
He swung her around as if she were small
They made everyone's heads turn at the ball
for he was her man as they drank so fine
that exquisite taste Sweet November Wine.
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7/28/2025 5:12:07 PM # 1.0.0
The taste of love! ! ! The paste of the truth! " Sweet November Wine" ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Haste! Not to waste the muse of true love. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.