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The youngest poet down the shelves was fumbling / In a dim library, just behind the chair / From which the ancient poet was mum-mumbling / A song about some Lovers at a Fair, / Pulling his long white beard and gently grumbling / That rhymes were beastly things and never there.
And as I groped, the whole time I was thinking / About the tragic poem I'd been writing,. / An old man's life of beer and whisky drinking, / His years of kidnapping and wicked fighting; / And how at last, into a fever sinking, / Remorsefully he died, his bedclothes biting.