1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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