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41 Chain Smoker Glowing sticks, stick on his lips Like flaring gas on an escape pipe. His nostrils pipe out sickening smoke Like the flue Of a factory chimney. To John Keats and His Likes So brief it was your life But it held brief For those in grief. Your courage in adversity Still soothes souls in diversity The words that make your art Guide humans as they act. ...

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