An odd envy

Today I envied an infant,
his well-made birthday cake—
I will be buried by
all the things I never had—
my sole consolation
is impertinent erudition—
good taste leaves one
with a foul taste in his mouth—

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~ by Jeremy on July 4, 2013.

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