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100,000,000,000,000 poems
When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
His toga rumpled high above his knees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The best of all things to an end must come
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