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From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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