1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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