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100,000,000,000,000 poems
At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
But I can understand you
Brogher Gog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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