Animals need a land to print books,
Towards the horizon of trials and moves.
Animals have the right to digest
And intervene with calamity.
They are kinder than the religious men
Who have homes of the meaning.
Different lands do death on answers,
Animals forget and combine their numbers.
Mother has kindness in her bones,
But the dangers are explicitly morbid,
Vivid mustard seeds sparkle and pop,
Vivid dreams come to the foreground
Of the valleys and golden caves.
Animals are the opposite of dangers,
The pleasure of creation is in their blood.
Names are good for the better relations.
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