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Rh Here West’s creative pencil shines, And paints, in tear-compelling lines,
 * Polony’s frenzied daughter;

A hang-dog king, and sheepish queen, And her, who looks as if she’d been
 * Just fished up from the water!

Thy glories, too, are blazoned there, King Ben’s first-born immortal heir—
 * Apparent to the pallet;

Orlando weighs his cons and pros, Forgetting quite his heedless toes
 * Are in the Phoca’s gullet.

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