Mulberry Wine

A poem

God forgives you. 
Do you forgive you? 
Or do the mulberries 
Rot on the branch, 
Gone uneaten, not pressed 
Into party wine? 
God forgives you, yes, and 
Bends the bough down
For you to reach. 
So, why don't you take, friend, 
And eat? 

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