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49 MY BROTHER PHONEY Who does it better than you do? By day you would hoot as owls do! I don’t heap you blames! You do name me names! I would make you shame! For claiming such fame! Anglo-con! Anglo-fun! These of me you make! Would your shit I take! Like frog swell up with Francophonie Blind to your deeds as Franco-phoney I won’t want to be funny here As your claim to be high up there, High up there in your folly Defeating Franco’s folly He dragged Cervantes’ Spain into gore Which today you have dragged to our door Would you take a mirror and have good look Then tell me to keep furore off my book Brother phoney Must be Looney Were you to dare this upon All what you’ve already done What else can we embrace but furry Though you would the world from you curry Favour with such gestures as would knaves But take this home: slay thoughts of the caves A master behaves! ...

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