1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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