Birds stare from above as they soar
Clash of the dinos
Much like the rhinos
Step and step to hide their pores
Their hunt more like the two world wars
Before the end, all things adore
They made the store, they form the core
They had no clue, they ruled the shore
They roared and snored and roared some more
But it was the end, dinos no more
About the Creator
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