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I DO not like being dead at all,
I was so fond of Manhattan —
Nobody ever knew of which I was most fond — Manhattan or a Manhattan —
Not even the Poetry Society knew,
Though they thought themselves so subtle! —
Another thing they never knew was
Whether I cared most for the Town or just for Towne —
It would have been easier to find that out, for sometimes
I nearly gave it away — for it was so plain to me that
Towne — Charles Hanson Towne — was the Town,
And the Town of Manhattan is the Earth —
But the Poetry Society never were quite sure
What I did think —
I always kept them guessing —
It is easy to keep poets guessing!
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