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I scanned two lines with some surmise As over Keats I chanced to pore: 'And there I shut her wild, wild eyes With kisses four.' Says I: 'Why was it only four, Not five or six or seven? I think I would have made it more,-- Even eleven. 'Gee! If she'd lured a guy like me Into her gelid grot I'd make that Belle Dame sans Merci Sure kiss a lot. 'Them poets have their little tricks; I think John counted kisses for, Not two or three or five or six To rhyme with "sore."'
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