1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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