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The Grape Stomp

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Some work to stamp out world hunger.
Others collect stamps.
I simply stomp grapes.
In a wee little Arkansas town with wineries instead of Walmart,
a wine festival draws only the most heat tolerant on a 110° day.
Except me.
Who just wanted to taste wine, travel a new highway, and, well, stomp grapes.
A bucketfull, blissfully cold cold cold juicing between my toes,
for 60 seconds with a top secret technique that I’ll sell for a price.
Because at the end of it all my jug was the fullest (or my feet the biggest or my body the heaviest),
Because I was crowned:
CHAMPION STOMPER
First place.
Even over the bucket with two excited kids and four feet.
Now I have a certificate to hang over my Nome Arm-Wrestling Champion trophy.
Some assess success with assets,
I think I’ll just substantiate mine with stupid stories.   : D

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