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The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The genealogist with field and fess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
The best of all things to an end must come
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