1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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