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100,000,000,000,000 poems
From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
That suede ferments is not at all well known
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The genealogist with field and fess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum
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