1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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