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Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set.

Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the
Farmer's Corn—
Men eat of it and die.

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 4 Dec 2008 6:53 PM | Viewed: 5614 times

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