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The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
It's one of many horrid happenings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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