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But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it’s bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.
Robert Burns

1 Comment CherryPie on Jan 25th 2026

But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, it’s bloom is shed;
Or, like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever.
Robert Burns

16 Comments CherryPie on Jan 25th 2015