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Start writing...See the walking of the dancer,
I think he's angry at the freelancer.
He finds it hard to see the shark,
Overshadowed by the dry pockmark.
Who is that barking near the bear?
I think she'd like to eat the air.
She is but a wrong queen,
Admired as she sits upon a marine.
Her brainy car is just a stone,
It needs no gas, it runs on tone.
She's not alone she brings a hamster,
a pet puppy, and lots of amster.
The puppy likes to chase a chicken,
Especially one that's in the stricken.
The dancer shudders at the romantic lorry
He want to leave but she wants the ambulatory.

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