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Saturday, November 15, 2008

1. Doctor Drink

by J. V. Cunningham

In the thirtieth year of life
I took my heart to be my wife,

And as I turn in bed by night
I have my heart for my delight.

No other heart may mine estrange
For my heart changes as I change,

And it is bound, and I am free,
And with my death it dies with me.
Posted by Stratosmrcka at 10:07 AM

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