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100,000,000,000,000 poems
At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The understanding critic firstly sees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
But I can understand you
Brogher Gog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum
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