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He bent right down to pick up his valise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
It's one of many horrid happenings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum
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