“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label all your eggs in one basket. Show all posts
Showing posts with label all your eggs in one basket. Show all posts
Sunday, April 5, 2020
Hades hand-basket
One basket for All
Eggs, incubating too much
heat with Entropy
And it could happen,
And it did
Worse than we
Suspected it
Could
Do-
No more
Harm or foulness
than the
Fear hath
Undone.
Painting by Alice Pike Barney (1857-1931), 'Girl with basket' c. 1888 in Public domain.
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