1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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