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100,000,000,000,000 poems
When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum
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