1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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