A promised verse
There are words I had promised down on paper
Describing my adventurous deeds and capers
But how boring are the ways of tired old men
Who with all bad intents are incompetent at sin
So sleep well and dream dreams of saints
And I won’t bore you with my is’es and ain’ts
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