1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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