The arms of those armchairs resemble the legs
Of young women who have just come over
From the coast of America in a tramp steamer;
They sing happily of the long days of their voyage
And they are glad to see the armchairs again, which remind
     them of their legs.

Vida breve
Nothing else matters, only the clam with the little william nose
And the clive bracelet, and the george scene and the tom acorn;
Here, eat him, now here, eat him: and then smile.

Wahego
Aren't you afraid of being a few
Paces behind the Lead Runner
When he reaches the Last Place of Rest?

Froth
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