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February 17, 2005


Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go;

They want full measure of all your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and friends are many;

Be sad, and you lose them all -

There are none to decline your nectared wine,

But alone you must drink life's gall.


Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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What a beautiful poem. And how true is it most of the time. Thanks for posting it.

Posted by: Alka | Feb 21, 2005 10:59:14 AM

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