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100,000,000,000,000 poems
The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The genealogist with field and fess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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