1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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