1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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