On Cheating The Fiddler

Dorothy Parker

“Then we will have tonight!” we said.
  “Tomorrow—may we not be dead?”
The morrow touched our eyes, and found
  Us walking firm above the ground,
Our pulses quick, our blood alight.
  Tomorrow’s gone—we’ll have tonight!

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