Slippery slopes
Sloppy frog croaks
Dog man grope
Lost our hope.
I hope to never find
A tie that never binds
I had it in my mind
To push play not rewind
Ten million wild antlers
In a sea of green,
To find one is a miracle,
To miss one is obscene.
YUMMMMMMMMMM.
Finally, A taste of summer.
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