1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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