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INSPIRED BY READING MR. KIPLING'S POEMS AS / PRINTED IN THE NEW YORK PAPERS
Though earnest and industrious, / I still am unillustrious; / No papers empty purses / Printing verses / Such as mine.
No lack of fame is chronicker / Than that about my monicker; / My verse is never cabled / At a fabled / Rate per line.
Still though the Halls / Of Literature are closed / To me a bard obscure I / Have a consolation The / Copyreaders crude and rough / Can't monkey with my / Humble stuff and change MY / Punctuation.