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Ahhhh, poetry, thank you Cedar, I scrolled a bit further, and here is what struck me.

The last reminded me of your happy hour tradition




REMEMBRANCE has a rear and front,—

’T is something like a house;

It has a garret also

For refuse and the mouse,


Besides, the deepest cellar  5

That ever mason hewed;

Look to it, by its fathoms

Ourselves be not pursued.


TO hang our head ostensibly,

And subsequent to find

That such was not the posture

Of our immortal mind,


Affords the sly presumption  5

That, in so dense a fuzz,

You, too, take cobweb attitudes

Upon a plane of gauze!


THE BRAIN is wider than the sky,

For, put them side by side,

The one the other will include

With ease, and you beside.


The brain is deeper than the sea,  5

For, hold them, blue to blue,

The one the other will absorb,

As sponges, buckets do.


The brain is just the weight of God,

For, lift them, pound for pound,  10

And they will differ, if they do,

As syllable from sound.


TO help our bleaker parts

Salubrious hours are given,

Which if they do not fit for earth

Drill silently for heaven.



Happy Sigh

:mornincoffee:


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