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This Poem Is Best Viewed With A Glass Of
Knob Creek Bourbon Whiskey
Young and Old
Charles Kingsley
1835
When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away;
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog its day.
When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down;
Creep home,and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among;
God grant you find one face there,
You loved when all was young.
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