iPoem · 4867.2322.21.949 · Cent mille milliards

1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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