Poem -

The Drunken Hermit

None willing to consort
A cardboard box comprised his fort
He had an uncomprising view none able to contort
He was known to have a bottle often times his last resort
Preaching while inebriated "oh how times grow short!"
Remembering more fondly the days in which he's court
Little ever changing in the gentleman's report

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