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From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum
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