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Aug 21, 2007
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Besides
Under this balded dome
Does lie a brain—groan!—
Older’n mortal sin.
The wrongs I’d tell
I’m guilty of
At Neskowin,
Oh, ladylove,
Will send me straight to hell.
Besides, I would not know
Where to begin.
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