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The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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