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The joke's on you, then.
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Didn't you get the joke?
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Stay with me then-
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Starting with the thumb,
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Count the fingers on your left hand.
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This is the age I was when I learned
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To fool giants into slumber with
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Poetry and fairest prose.
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Now count the eyes in your head,
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Being careful to give each one a gentle poking:
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That is the number of times I've felt
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Fleeting pride at a work completed.
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And now, having completed those tasks,
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Find your left thumb again and bend it slightly,
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Curling your index close to it so that
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The fingertips touch. Press them together
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As hard as you like, the harder
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The better:
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This is the grand sum of works that shall
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Be allowed to stand when I am gone.
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That is the joke,
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That when all my words are burned they
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Will be no more than a matchhead against
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A sea of flame.</BODY>
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