"Only mediocrity can be trusted to be always at its best. Genius must always have lapses proportionate to its triumphs."
Max Beerbohm, essayist, parodist, and caricaturist (1872-1956)
The moon uninvited came Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine Swaying her hips like a lover
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