In a misty world
Swam
The
Ageing
Poet-Seer
That
Is
Swam
I.
Amidst
And
In a saloon
Of dense
Mists
Of tobacco
Where
At
Tables
Sat
The
Smoking
Skeletons.
And
They
Just
Stared
At
Each
Other
Rattling teeth
And
Said
Not word.
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