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Random Poem of the Day

(The fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a cold, bitter night.)
1Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
2In the flash of gold heels on the hard pavement.
3Now see I
4That warmth's the very stuff of poesy.
5Oh, God, make small
6The old star-eaten blanket of the sky,
7That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie.