Your most serious fault, old chum,
And one that’ll more than likely be
The death of you is pretending
You’ve finally found that grave
New world of poetry you have
Been searching for so long—
On the other hand, if you have
Truly discovered it, please
Do us one last favor and stop
Your traipsing back and forth
Before that dumb old looking glass
Looking oh so gleefully glum.
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