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100,000,000,000,000 poems
The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The Turks said just take anything you please
That suede ferments is not at all well known
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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