1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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