1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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