1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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