Sunset Gun/On Cheating the Fiddler

by Dorothy Parker

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On Cheating the Fiddler

“THEN we will have to-night!” we said.
“To-morrow—may we not be dead?”
The morrow touched our eyes; and found
Us walking firm above the ground,
Our pulses quick, our blood alight.
To-morrow’s gone—we’ll have to-night!