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Writer folk across the bay / Take the pains to see and say -- / All their upward palms in air: / "Joaquin Miller's cut his hair!" / Hasten, hasten, writer folk -- / In the gutters rake and poke, / If by God's exceeding grace / You may hit upon the place / Where the barber threw at length / Samson's literary strength.
Find it, find it if you can; / Happy the successful man! / He has but to put one strand / In his beaver's inner band / And his intellect will soar / As it never did before! / While an inch of it remains / He will noted be for brains, / And at last ('twill so befall) / Fit to cease to write at all.