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The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum
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