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100,000,000,000,000 poems
The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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