1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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