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Fame is a fickle food

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Fame is a fickle food by 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
Farmer's Corn --
Men eat of it and die.

Form: Quintain

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