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Preferring text to gloss, he humbly servedGrotesque apprenticeship to chance event,A clown, perhaps, but an aspiring clown.There is a monotonous babbling in our dreamsThat makes them our dependent heirs, the heirsOf dreamers buried in our sleep, and notThe oncoming fantasies of better birth.The apprentice knew these dreamers. If he dreamedTheir dreams, he did it in a gingerly way.All dreams are vexing. Let them be expunged.But let the rabbit run, the cock declaim.
Trinket pasticcio, flaunting skyey sheets,With Crispin as the tiptoe cozener?No, no: veracious page on page, exact.
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