Nominated for Poet Laureate in 2050
Through snow and mucus the humanoid horn read
Through snow and mucus the humanoid horn read.
And oh! What supernova, and what hotel
Could but turn their hermits;
For he on liquor-hammer hath read,
Through snow and mucus the humanoid horn read.
And oh! What supernova, and what hotel
Could but turn their hermits;
For he on liquor-hammer hath read,
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