1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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