The New Omar

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A Book of verses underneath the bough,
     Provided that the verses do not scan,
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and Thou,
     Short-haired, all angles, looking like a man.

But let the wine be unfermented, Pale,
     Of chemicals compounded, God knows how-
This were indeed the Prophet's Paradise,
     O Paradise were Wilderness enow.