Posted by: ann on: 12 July 2006
WINE COMES IN AT THE MOUTH
AND LOVE COMES IN AT THE EYE
THAT’S ALL WE SHALL KNOW FOR TRUTH
BEFORE WE GROW OLD AND DIE
I LIFT THE GLASS TO MY MOUTH
I LOOK AT YOU AND SIGH
1 | Amy
11 July 2006 at 23:03
You always have the best stuff.I wanted to stop by & let you see I’m still around. Thanks for your concern!!
2 | Tess
12 July 2006 at 00:43
3 | bogusboobs
12 July 2006 at 01:38
Cent’anno (which is an Italian toast meaning: “one hundred years”)!
4 | lisa
12 July 2006 at 15:22
Ah, Vincent gets better with age… just like fine wine…
5 | DNY LOVES CRIMINAL MINDS
13 July 2006 at 12:12
Yates is one of my favorite poets. 🙂
6 | val
14 July 2006 at 18:24
Haven’t read any Yeats since school. Thanks Ann.
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