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100,000,000,000,000 poems
When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
But I can understand you
Brogher Gog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum
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