Ode to Negrette

I must preface this by saying that I am not a poet, but I can still write poetry.  I am also not a plumber, but I have fixed toilets before.

This is a poem written to a wine we are serving by the glass right now, made from the dark and powerful Negrette grape by Katia Garouste in the Fronton region of Southwest France.

 

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