On Cheating The Fiddler
Read 'On Cheating The Fiddler' by 'Dorothy Parker' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
"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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