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I Smoking A Cigar As For To Be Eliot, Auden Or Spender

Friend, you call me a great poet,
I shall also call you a great poet
And if to go deep into,
We are not less than anyone else.

Like the feudal lord, let me lie in
With my legs on the table,
I lying on the sofa,
You sitting before and I in my reclining state.

In the meantime, tea comes in
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