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
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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