Information Poem by William Rose Benet
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He had green eyes, that excellent seer,
And little peaks to either ear.
He sat there, and I sat here.
He spoke of Egypt, and a white
Temple, against the star-strewn night.
He smiled with clicking teeth and said
That the dead were never dead;
Said old emperors hung like bats
In barns at night, or ran like rats—
But empresses came back as cats!
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