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ENVOI

Alfred Noyes · 1922

Oh, if you get dizzy when authors write

(_My stars!

And you very well may!_)

That white is black and that black is white,

You should sit, quite still, in your chair and say:

 

It is easy enough to be famous now,

(_Puff--Puff!

How the trumpets blare!_)

Provided, of course, that you don't care how,

Like the man who discovered the use of a chair.

 

 

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