1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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