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 Zenas Witt by Edgar Lee Masters 
						I was sixteen, and I had the most terrible dreams,And specks before my eyes, and nervous weakness.
 And I couldn't remember the books I read,
 Like Frank Drummer who memorized page after page.
 And my back was weak, and I worried and worried,
 And I was embarrassed and stammered my lessons,
 And when I stood up to recite I'd forget
 Everything that I had studied.
 Well, I saw Dr. Weese's advertisement,
 And there I read everything in print,
 Just as if he had known me;
 And about the dreams which I couldn't help.
 So I knew I was marked for an early grave.
 And I worried until I had a cough,
 And then the dreams stopped.
 And then I slept the sleep without dreams
 Here on the hill by the river.
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