iPoem · 6650.4317.25.509 · Cent mille milliards

1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the best of all things to an end must come

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