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From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
And let you off from your opinions glum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum
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