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I love strolling troupes that go wandering round,
Each spouter a Proteus in versatile skill;
Each posture so quaint, each idea so profound,
My barn’s at their service, whenever they will.
A company played there last night, but to-day
Ducks, pouters, and poultry have vanished away!
The five words in italics are spelt with the same seven letters.
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