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1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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