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The Pain did not last With its flaming fire Although before it would tire, It did not go fast. During the most deadly time, The fire gathered in me a Gout, My dignity it would ruthless rout, Ruining me as its crime. Now such time has gone, The burning gout gone too While it never goes out to be got through, But disperses around the Dawn... -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 111.243.217.102
spacedunce5:stop drinking whisky before bed! XD 06/16 12:38
hecati:XDD 06/16 13:23
frolicker:interesting interpretation! that works too~ 06/16 16:17
frolicker:i indeed posted a poem about wine in the poem board 06/16 16:21
frolicker:this morning! 06/16 16:23