1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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