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100,000,000,000,000 poems
The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The best of all things to an end must come
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