Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain.
Quaintest thoughts, queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away.
What care I how time advances;
I am drinking ale today.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
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I think Poe had a bad case of the clap.
ReplyDeletei think he had more of a roaring applause than a clap
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