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Those who've read S. T. Coleridge remember how Sammy sighs To his pensive (I think he says) Sara--"most soothing-sweet"-- Crab's bulk's less (look!) than man's--yet (quoth Cancer) I am my size, And my bulk's girth contents me! Man's maw (see?) craves two things-- wheat And flesh likewise--man's gluttonous--damn his eyes!