1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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