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Poem: “Fame is a Fickle Food”
by Emily Dickinson
Fame is a Fickle Food (Part 5: The Single Hound IV) 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, 5 And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer’s corn; Men eat of it and die. […]