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100,000,000,000,000 poems
When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The Turks said just take anything you please
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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