The man that wore a crooked nose
Could look behind the days
That hid themselves in mist of rose
And calm of purple haze;
But even though he knew the all
Besetting human kind,
He could not bear a sunset thrall
Nor cactus fragrance find.
(Norman MacLeod)
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