Tuesday Wesley Rayemond

El dorado

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can ever stay.

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I realized today, just how many random talents I have. I can't believe I actually lip read those alcohol names. I mean, I knew I could, but I was only like, 70% sure-at most-that it would work.