1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come
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