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100,000,000,000,000 poems
From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum
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