1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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