1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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