In days past …
In days past, red castles idly watched the horn of death stalk its prey Swinging like a komono dragon the situation fell to understanding motives Crushed by the evil fur he laughs at the meek yak. Winky, the precise little professor smiled with a cherib grin “Holy flying fondue, Batman!” he said instantaneously “Travel!” says Marie Curie, the keeper of crabs Diving in a lake of drear, the turtle found a golden pig Heads whip back when crushed against anvil-like paws The jellyfish exploded in a fit of rage, leaving in its wake a litter of crushed Harley Davidsons.
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