And perhaps the only piece of humor Poe ever wrote (he wrote it to pay his tavern bill):
"Fill with mingled cream and amber
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain —
Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away;
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today."
Ciao!
The Lonely Alchemist
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