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A little black lion,was lashed with streaks of green.Inflicted with a festive condition,It'd only roll and preen.The drumbeats urged him into action,to the wooden pole ahead.Unused to being ordered,He blinked hard, and glowered.He crouched into a dark omega.Then with an spritely springHe was perched on the pole.Proud and smug,it didn't purr, but from its snarling moutha stream of well wishes did unfurl.
Hey turt!Thanks once again for the beautiful sharing. But why may you be tired?alex
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A little black lion,
was lashed with streaks of green.
Inflicted with a festive condition,
It'd only roll and preen.
The drumbeats urged him into action,
to the wooden pole ahead.
Unused to being ordered,
He blinked hard,
and glowered.
He crouched into a dark omega.
Then with an spritely spring
He was perched on the pole.
Proud and smug,
it didn't purr,
but from its snarling mouth
a stream of well wishes did unfurl.
Hey turt!
Thanks once again for the beautiful sharing. But why may you be tired?
alex
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