Wine must be at hand, for I
Want it when I'm sinking.
Angels when they come shall cry,
At my frailties winking:
Spare this drunkard, God, he's high,
Absolutely stinking!
http://cultureofbeer.blogspot.com/2007/06/goliardic-poetry.html hope this helps!
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"One true and honest poem, came from the heart"
bells by edgar allan poe
please help my problem because its to hard to me send from shalimar
The tree's branches swayed in the wind like a ballet dancer.
if your saying to be good at painting poem u dont have to be you cant be good at every thing just be proud at what u do DUMMY
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree
Knuckles is red Sonic is blue I love Amy How 'bout you too