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100,000,000,000,000 poems
When one with t'other straightaway agrees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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