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The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum
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