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Poetic fame can be won this way: / If you happen to have not a thing to say, / And you happen to be close-pressed for time, / And you can't for your life get a word to rhyme, / And your knowledge of English is somewhat small, / And you have no poetic turn at all, / And can't write a hand anybody can read. / You are in a first-rate way to succeed; / For who in the world can mix things worse / Than a popular writer of dialect verse?