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At five precisely out went La Marquise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
And let you off from your opinions glum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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