Into the crystal chalice flowed
The immortal essence which glowed
With ethereal flavors so sublime
The taste of wine not yet realized
So did that nectar tantalize. . .
Drink, cried she, and at that my heart leaped!
Of course the choice grim was mine.
My heart was said to be proof against such magics
And so, bravely I fled, and won the day for fleeting righteousness.
On nights, cold, dark and chill
I savor naught else but a bitter regret
Of that wondrous elixir my tongue never met.
The oil industry's soft underbelly - SUBHEAD: The upcoming Seneca Collapse will be demand side, and not supply side driven. By Ugo Bardi on 19 November 2017 for Cassandra's Legacy - ( http:...
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