1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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