I once shared a bottle
with old Aristotle
philosopher’s wine
from a curious vine
grown in rational ground
where the logic was sound
we tore into those views
Nicomachus would use
to guide men to create
a harmonious state
we argued and fought
about ethics that taught
different means to same ends
that make enemies friends
till we found quite chagrined
when three sheets to the wind
we had cured all the ills
that had plagued these good hills
the thing about wine
it lays truth on the line
In vino veritas. Great as always, Paul
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thanks kindly, Michael
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In vino veritas, indeed! Love it.
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appreciate that, professor
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A classic (no classical) English boozer conversation. A long lost art form, since the ban on smoking!
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many thanks from my smoke-filled room
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An extinguisher may be handy!
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I see my son has been at work extracting the urine, Paul. Little bugger neither drinks nor smokes. I shall have to keep an eye open in future! That said, I enjoyed this immensely.
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even your comments make me laugh – cheers, my friend
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amen
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appreciate the affirmation
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Piece of great stuff…enemies to friends is what we need now.
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amen
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Excellent picture and poetry.
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much appreciated
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Very powerful writing. Great.
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many thanks
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