In a vineyard where grapevines entwine,
Stood a pen that decided to shine,
"I make pour decisions," it said,
As it painted the town red,
With each stroke, a sip of fine wine.
It drafted a toast, quite divine,
Then chuckled, "This round's mine!"
With a flick of its cap,
It drew a wine map,
Where tipsy trails perfectly align.
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Every pen comes with black ink installed and an extra refill cartridge.
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