That there was once a Day long enough to stretch to Wine and Roses
Only the Divorcee's bitter Anniversary supposes
Not just in Horticulture must Horace blunder
Every Vintage outlasts its Wonder
& as Vandals under whom conquered Vineyards to the desert return
to drink of the deeper cellared, we yet pillage & burn.
For aye we live tho', in Truth, of shame, we die
Where in Youth we did most lame & ineffectually lie
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