1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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