iPoem · 2636.7552.106.810 · Cent mille milliards

1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
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
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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