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1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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