he was a scoundrel
the sorcerer's apprentice
magic was his gift
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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2 comments:
A scoundrel--but a charmer! (As are most scoundrels, I'm afraid.)
Happy Thanksgiving!
OSI: Apprentice
I love this - as is often the case, magic accompanies a scoundrel. :)
Strange - the captcha is: manishot.
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