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1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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