He'd run away from haredom,
polished his defeat,
then got an invitation
from the hares of his old seat:
'COME AWAY DEAR PHANTOM,
TO OUR AFRICAN RETREAT',
He spoke but didn't eat,
and when they didn't get,
'What I haven't's what I have,
I have done without the doing',
he laughed at their defeat.
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