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Oh a lethargic tidal wave. Atomic power of circumference but dormant, hibernating, and still. But placing pineapple ears that stick up in triangular styles is not very fitting really as one should only use round shaped ears of peach due to the sheer fact that the ear lobe would be more appeasing to the wide girth of the trashed out portly container. Containers are neither carriers nor cartons and cartons carbonise so never attempt a wibble wobble jelly dance with eighteen trees and a silvery eyed gooseberry. Giant grabbing garters getting grateful gears. And the sole duty of a perpetual perplexes pink pointing polecat is to pinch proper placed plates pedantically. Semantic swans then. Ha. Xxxxx mythologized z z z z z at thirty four duvet covers writing notes to the mattresses to six fully plumped up pillows wiggling. Z astronomical.
Within thy head, all ye poesy poets, a dragon dares to dwell,
A legend that history has mythologized into stone;
A statue spewing fumes through its shattering shell,
Adorned by a gorgon who turned thy cone into bone.
Yet within thy whimsical face, there's a trace,
Of a special ancestral and ancient race.
Such grace in poetical genetics, hailing from kings, I say,
Whose dragon-born blood has melded with metaphysical fey.
So I urge my fellow poets, you fairy folk,
For trouble has run amuk,
The sky is torched, its water's been yolked,
It's time for words to stroke some luck.
Welcome the wild winds and waters,
As they dance upon your face.
Repeat their tapping teeter-totters,
With your gift of godly grace.
See those rivers of silver slivers?
They melt the heavens with hot heavy metals.
Draw from your quiver of shocks and shivers,
Thunder arrows as the metal settles.
If by now, dear reader, you know what I mean,
And have truly seen what I have seen.
Call to arms your words of wisdom and mind,
So that this world can be saved and kind.