One short battles the long specie
I should be telling you who wins
Although you have misgivings
That the taller beanpole not been the stinkard
The battlefield threatened but with divertimento
wooden shrieks,forest sobs,humus defecates
As two horns menaced the deadwood
passing shadows stood in their shattered memoirs
where rampage of checkered pedigree Utters the blethering pounds of incontestable nightmares and esoteric anals ,
diminutive specie adorable with poignant cephalic index and vein
strip he of gigantic pulses and defenses
little bit they know lilliputians too bristly ado concretized
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