Popeye the Sailor stands on
A hill watching the cherry trees
Late night; no moon;
If he could see the cherry trees
He'd see they're not in bloom. His Japanese
Is fluent; he understands every word
The oni are saying about him. "Shrink him,
Turn him to ivory and he'd look well
Dangling from the inro of a disgraced baron."
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