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100,000,000,000,000 poems
From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum
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