John McDermott writes:
I’ll carry about 50 copies of “A Drinking Song,” which is really a love poem, and very short, so easy to copy and give away.
A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift my glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
W.B. Yeats 1910
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