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The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The genealogist with field and fess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum
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