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Sinbad the Barnacle Bill of Araby	A
Carried upon his back the Old Man of the Sea	B
Over crag down ravine	C
Round and round in a cane brake green	C
Tramp tramp	D
Under the coconuts through the swamp	E
Between the camphors into the swale	F
Where the upas dropped its blooms of bale	F
Tangling with the tough rattans	B
Staggering under the hammers of noon	G
Over the sands	B
Of a steamy lagoon	G
A crawl with crabs and b che de mer	H
Lurching through the gamboge glare	H
Of sunset into the damaskeened	I
Twilight where the tree ferns leaned	I
Chasing a saffron bellied moon	G
That swayed like a drunken temple girl	F
On beaches paved with coral and pearl	F
Bemoaning his fate	I
Like the sad estate	I
Of a Baghdad porter a Caliph's flunky	J
Slipping on rotted mangosteens	B
Tripping on jades and tourmalines	B
Sliding on dung of tapir and monkey	J
Startling the bug eyed lemur sending	J
The flying fox to a farther landing	J
Nights days	B
Half blind in a clotted haze	B
Hay foot straw foot	I
All in an Indonesian Tophet	I
Till seeing the vines that ran	K
Over rock and tree he contrived a plan	K
More clever than rash	L
And he made in a mighty calabash	L
From the island grapes a vintage new	M
With bubbles like rubies clustering thick	J
And all the strength of an ostrich kick	J
And the old man sipped the sailor's brew	M
And swore by Allah's vicar	N
He had never tasted a better liquor	N
Then took the calabash in his talons	B
And swigged the pints and swilled the gallons	B
Till even the thickest lees were downed	I
And the grip of his arms and legs grew slack	J
On Sinbad's back	J
And he slid at last to the jungle ground	I
Happy as a hinny	J
In the clover of June	G
Soused like a sultan full as any	J
Tick that drops from a fat baboon	G
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This was the story that Sinbad	I
Told to astonish Hinbad	I
The story was new	M
Whether fantastic or true	M
	-
But granting that your narration	O
Was free from extravagetion	O
Sinbad it was not well to brag	J
At the sunset end of your ocean road	I
For others have carried a heavier load	I
On aching shoulders a sag	J
A load that they could not lose	B
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My incubus is the classic hag	J
Yclept the Muse	B

Clark Ashton Smith

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