
Fame is a fickle food (1702)
By Emily Dickinson 18301886 Emily Dickinson
Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set
Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the
Farmers corn
Men eat of it and die
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Fame is a fickle food indeed, wise words x
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Thanks bda 🙂
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:yes: Excellent one of Emily’s….;)x
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Yes, definitely 🙂
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It is very fickle!
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Thank you or should I say thank you to Emily !!
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Love it?!
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Thank you Jon 🙂
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