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He bent right down to pick up his valise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The genealogist with field and fess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
And let you off from your opinions glum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum
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