Lines On Ale, a poem by Edgar Allan Poe at
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Lines On Ale

Lines on Ale

a poem by Edgar Allan Poe


Filled with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain.
Quaintest thoughts, queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away.
What care I how time advances;
I am drinking ale today.

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