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Carol of a Random Bear
t'was winter and the lively knights did wither and quibble long the bow because they had had frothy troughs and they were horses as you know a once and sweeting beast did ponder the waith admiring the frosty snow There was a breath thick on her shoulder assailing her to not be slow I quite think I'd like knowing how far along and where this goes was what the traveler was thinking while brought along by someone's nose Daddies like butterflies after a long spring someones nice and some of them rough Sometimes there are lots of them other times there are not quite enough girls rushing over to meet you they cant let you see through them little women wearing only blue emotions ride thick like their denim the bear lies beside you wondering if you feel ok breathing softly against your ear but don't worry, its not gay deep under the earth the sand whispers smoldering smells that her children eagerly wait for but it is only for tomorrow, when the husks will be brought barely from the dirt in which the tasty morsels will come piping hot from the desert oh spit its a snake!
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