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100,000,000,000,000 poems
The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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