Yes, Make a big fuss over me,
For I am published.
Universities have offered me a Chair.
Pay every humble homage due
To every word I write; and yes,
Go right ahead and stare.
I see the worship in your eyes
that my very name inspires -
Of course you care; of course you sigh.
Someday it will come to you,
If you copy all I do, proclaiming,
"There, but for the grace of You, go I"
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