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Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
But I can understand you
Brogher Gog
And let you off from your opinions glum
The best of all things to an end must come
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