1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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