Bacchus - I
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Plodding slow
In one hand staff and cup
In another
A large pitcher still
Steaming
Now
Every half minute
He
Quaffs
Quaffs now from one
Then other
His look is blank
be he sad or
Sad joy betook him?
I, Poet Seer
Will not
Leave this King
Even if beggar dressed
I would still follow:
My Muse give me
More than a few verses
Stop not,
Yield not,
Continuous Bacchanal verses.
Bu şiiri puanla
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