1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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