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Fame is a fickle food

Fame is a fickle food

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
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the
Farmer’s Corn
Men eat of it and die.



Poem Fame is a fickle food - Emily Dickinson