1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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