I cluck foxy morons (truish)
Why punt rocks we gorgons (umm...)
Poor pine (bud) pure fire type
combiner (umm) dalmer in gabbana
(ohm) breathe (ohm)
Please don't freeze I'm no camera
Please keep your soul I'm just
Glancing past ya as you're
not math to this pasture.
Plead my right to need my scythe:
Speak writes out standing in my field
Until the grass cut
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