1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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