When tea is not enough. Written by blossom666 Red wine to wash away the hours. To define the atrocities that turn us sour. Red wine to recreate the bridges And gossip that has us in stitches. Advertisements Share this:TwitterPinterestFacebookGoogleRedditTumblrPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.