(Poem #217)A Drinking Song Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh. |
(SO WE BEAT ON, BOATS AGAINST THE CURRENT, BORNE BACK CEASELESSLY INTO THE PAST)
(Poem #217)A Drinking Song Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh. |
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