Fascinated by the looks of the locks,
A blue prison resides and flocks.
Thought of by the harmonious crowd,
A leader emerged from outside aloud.
The detailed prison was enjoyed,
Instead of the very asteroid,
Which began to soothe the nerves of Mars,
This in turn was the planet so called in bazaars.
The cars arrived and aroused the air,
Someone begged in his very armchair.
The apple was bitten by the hundreds
Of admirers, by those in tastes of acids.
Factually, they fascinate the heads
In those days of the whole beds.
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