Days and dates,
Says the mate;
Mates and ways,
With boys and girls seen at the bay.
Plays, prays, rays!
Like the bray heard at the stable;
Table, comfotable, acceptable!
With the muse of the taste of life,
Not to waste the opportunity given.
To paste in haste!
Lot,
Plot,
Slot;
Spot, sport!
At the port;
To sort things out,
Import and export! !
With the muse of the report.
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