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La tasse de vie (Ode) by keatsImnot

THE CUP OF LIFE IS EVER FULL BUT PEOPLE THIRST THEIR LIVES SO DULL FOR ME TO TASTE THAT LIQUER FINE TO IMBIBE DEEP THAT SWEETEST WINE TO QUENCH MY THIRST TO QUELL THE FIRE IT IS MY JOY MY ONE DESIRE OUR LIFE FLIES FAST OUR TIME SO SHORT FOR MOST AMBITIONS COME TO NOUGHT WE LIKE TO DREAM BUT SELDOM TRY WE WATCH THAT CLOCK GO TICKING BY SO TAKE THAT CUP AND DRINK YOUR FILL WHILE YOU ARE YOUNG AND HEALTHY STILL IN YEARS TO COME TO SATISFY YOU'LL GRAB THAT CUP AND FIND IT DRY

limonade 13-Aug-02/11:23 AM
poetandknowit, lack of capitalisation doth not a poem make. This poem does well with a tired form and subject matter.




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