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When one with t'other straightaway agrees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
That suede ferments is not at all well known
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
And let you off from your opinions glum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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