1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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