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32 Pair of dapper chaps, Cigarettes and sashes, Stare at me, perhaps Desperate Apachès. “Needn’t bother me. Jolly well you know it; ''Parceque je suis Quartier Latin poet.

“Give you villanelles, Madrigals and lyrics; Ballades and rondels, Odes and panegyrics. Poet pinched and poor, Pricked by cold and hunger; Trouble’s troubadour, Misery’s balladmonger.”

Think how queer it is! Every move I’m making, Cosmic gravity’s Center I am shaking; Oh, how droll to feel (As I now am feeling), Even as I reel, All the world is reeling.

Reeling too the stars, Neptune and Uranus, Jupiter and Mars, Mercury and Venus;