I flung my hand
Into the air and caught
With my other hand
A tiny hair. It flew
Away, oh what a shock!
The tallest man has left
The sacred spot. On my left
Wrist where once the two-
Inched talisman gaily grew,
Has now a barren jot
Of land, a boring blot
Of naught, a tiny dot.
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