1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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