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100,000,000,000,000 poems
When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum
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