1 "You are old, father William," the young man said,
2 "And your hair has become very white;
3 And yet you incessantly stand on your head --
4 Do you think, at your age, it is right?"
5 "In my youth," father William replied to his son,
6 "I feared it would injure the BRAIN;
7 But now that I'm perfectly sure I have NONE,
8 Why, I do it again and again."
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