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A man long used to affection (a roof, as it were;

a condition of being)

Withers strangely when it is removed.

His days grow incommensurably long

He abbreviates his nights with pills Guaranteed

Nepenthe four new pence

Shrivels, old and surly, says Do not say

I stabbed myself with my own lance.

Do not say ‘You in the person of an aging goat

put the fire to your own thatch’

I do not feel the want of shelter any less