Inspired by a missing hyphen. When a friend made a social-media post about a "wine tasting afternoon", I asked whether the wine appreciated the taste of the afternoon. He said that the afternoon was fine, according to the wine.
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I couldn't care less, though God knows I've tried. And I've done my best to accept his design. But when you're knocked off your feet when you're walking the line, you try to make ends meet, according to the wine.
They say consider the source; mine's the fruit of the vine. Tomorrow will be fine, according to the wine.
When the streets that you've loved leave you bitter and blind, and a friend's not enough to wake your dumb, numb mind, then a song that you've dreamed of seems to offer a sign that you've got the right stuff, according to the wine.
The wish that disappears, the dark will that remains, the white-knuckled fears, all the blood that has drained: all this will pass, tomorrow we'll be fine, according to the wine.
Yes, all this will pass, tomorrow you'll be mine, according to the wine.