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Sherlock Holmes went camping with Watson.
They pitched their tent under the stars.
Capricorn and the Dipper, and off
to the left was fiery Mars.
Watson’s sleep was abruptly curtailed
by a nudge from the king of sleuths.
“From the fact that I discern stars up there,
what can you, my friend, deduce?”
“Well,” mused the doctor, “I wouldn’t doubt
there are suns like ours with planets,
with people and wars much like our Shakespeare’s
Roses and Plantagenets.
“In short, this pitiful boast called Man
is not in the least bit unique.
They too have ancients, moderns, and modern
nostalgias for the antique!”
He paused and gazed in rapt contemplation
until his eyes were swollen.
“Watson! You idiot!” blurted out Holmes.
“Our bloody tent’s been stolen!”
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