iPoem · 5903.4342.932.279 · Cent mille milliards

1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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