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From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum
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