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100,000,000,000,000 poems
He bent right down to pick up his valise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The genealogist with field and fess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
And let you off from your opinions glum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum
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