1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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