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
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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