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100,000,000,000,000 poems
When one with t'other straightaway agrees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
The best of all things to an end must come
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