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The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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