02 Aprcreature

Listen not to my trifles but dream your own
For conquering did God never account
With lightning strokes, the creature shot foreward;radiantly, quickly
Eating guinea pigs as snack food, the lurking mass blocked the sun
Quickly, the crab clawed at the door–he knew his love awaited behind
He became many snails in a passionate helicopter.
While the crab was away, the rampant deer did play
With doubtful penises and quiet resolution I can
Fetch this bone, like a dog I will grip you in my jet-black teeth.

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