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100,000,000,000,000 poems
The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The genealogist with field and fess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum
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