Twelve grapes at midnight
washed down with champagne
one for love and one
for hatred
one for kindness and one
for relentlessness
one for luck and one
for persistence
one for hope and one
for remembrances
one for going and one
for staying
and in all its sweetness
and for all its bitterness
another two
for love
OPTIONAL POETRY 
A well balanced meal, and marvel of a poem!
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loved the twist
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Love needs an extra stake in the balance! ~ P ~
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Always!
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Love this!!
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The way you string together this poem is beautiful..enough to leave me drunk in marvel and awe!
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Thank you, Pearl!!
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“one for luck
and one for persistence”
Love this. And some years I’ve eaten the Spanish tradition at midnight too.
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Thanks! If not one, then hopefully the other…
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