Just So Poem by Joseph Skipsey
Just So
JUST let the Owl of Evil howl!
To mourners of each rank and station,
I cry, Come troll the Golden Bowl,
And quaff with me one deep potation!
Each sparkling droplet to the soul
Will yield o'er care a bright ovation;
Then seize and troll the Golden Bowl,
That beams—in my imagination!
1886.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
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