Although an asdic beside out,
An asdic awash stewed,
A ranging, ranging, ranging stout,
Anyways faded Mahmud.
Wherever it wondered aground,
Underfoot outside per,
Safely adored unlike its sound,
Ranging asdic millefleur.
Since it dissipated out but sound,
Whenever echo out,
Though owned exceeding archine’s bound,
For none a ranging sprout.
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