Ascend the ladder! Our lifelong task
though far more oft, I cede the rungs
For with the dawn I join the flask
and ‘fore the noon I speak in tongues.
Words rhyme?
Check.
About drinking?
Check.
Suck it, Keats!
... nothing better symbolizes wasted potential than the dead acorn, never to become the mighty oak ...
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