1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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