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100,000,000,000,000 poems
He bent right down to pick up his valise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The understanding critic firstly sees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
But I can understand you
Brogher Gog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum
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