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1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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