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He bent right down to pick up his valise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The understanding critic firstly sees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum
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