1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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