the barbarian exhaled slowly
and beheld the castle in the sky
he was conscious of the quivering undergrowth
and took the opportunity to remain tranquil
gastronomy was the truth
but the folderdol was incandescent
the minister confessed to his crimes
beneath the knowing yellow sky
the deluge followed carefully
but the quicksand was unconscionably negligent
and the minister rode away on a panther
a newborn knight in armor shining like the sun
but a watery grave awaits him
this is no joke, my friend
the foolishness of the doves
is no match for the weariness of the toads
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