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BORROWED BRAINS

Writer folk across the bayTake the pains to see and say—All their upward palms in air:"Joaquin Miller's cut his hair!"Hasten, hasten, writer folk—In the gutters rake and poke,If by God's exceeding graceYou may hit upon the placeWhere the barber threw at lengthSamson's literary strength.Find it, find it if you can;Happy the successful man!He has but to put one strandIn his beaver's inner bandAnd his intellect will soarAs it never did before!While an inch of it remainsHe will noted be for brains,And at last ('twill so befall)Fit to cease to write at all.