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Esme
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- Last Record: 2013-05-19 00:09:07 +0100
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A blackout poem, or maybe a whiteout poem, from Metaphorest's Moonrat and the Great Greeny-Blue One - Part One.
One
mammals were traced
back down through the ages.
a simple product
of breakfast
and a little recreational activity.
His pink eyes scanned the
sky looked particularily lovely
miles
away too
far surprisingly
far
no, it would not be a cinch.
the research
and design
was lost.
kudos.
BAM And you do not want
to stick around
for long.
Nobody knows
but
everybody knows
floated off
into razor teeth.
No, better keep this adventure.
But
all in good time.