Whenever some friend praised
That my poetry is good
Fuddled; I raise my hand
To check for horns on head
Satisfied; I bruit abroad
“Well! Well! So far so good
Vanity brute hasn’t gone to head
I am still your kind
Eligible to coyly tread
Along with you; ahead”
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