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100,000,000,000,000 poems
The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
But I can understand you
Brogher Gog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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