1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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