Thursday, April 28, 2011

Ode to a Stressful Day

O for a draught of vintage! that hath been
   Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country-green,
   Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South!
   Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
       With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
                 And purple-stained mouth;
                            --John Keats

Isn't that just a marvelous way of saying I could seriously use a drink?

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