A Bald-Headed Man
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A bald-headed man, his pate
Pained by the rays of the sun,
Desiring a shady spot,
Went by fate to the foot
Of a wood-apple tree.
Alas, there his head
Was smashed by a large
Falling fruit.
Verily,
Where goes a man deserted by fortune,
There do adversities follow him.
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