1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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