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The Old Observatory
“Impossible!” I cried, “That place is closed,
Locked and shuttered!”—or so I had supposed.
Twirling the knurled lens knob proved corrective:
I zeroed in on a new objective.
Whatever was moving had now stopped dead;
No more stray reflections to turn the head
Of an unlikely nocturnal witness,
Who might then doubt his own mental fitness.
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