1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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