1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the best of all things to an end must come
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