1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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