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A blackout poem, or maybe a whiteout poem, from Metaphorest's Moonrat and the Great Greeny-Blue One - Part One.
mammals were traced
back down through the ages.
a simple product
and a little recreational activity.
His pink eyes scanned the
sky looked particularily lovely
no, it would not be a cinch.
BAM And you do not want
to stick around
into razor teeth.
No, better keep this adventure.
all in good time.