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100,000,000,000,000 poems
The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
And let you off from your opinions glum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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