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1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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