1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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