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Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
It's one of many horrid happenings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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