restless flows the stream
running wild the oceans roar
a storm pulls shells near
behold the king o the deep
living as he pulls
so near
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
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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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