with flourish, flash, the drama queen
exhorts, exalts to sing....
though...
it's not without charity...
and
in the name of parity...
his wish is granted....all for all...
to be a drama king..
they could run a drama dairy...
a milk-fed spread...
.a clover bed....
unless, of course...things get too scary....
but..
.wait....who knows...
what flies...ahead.....
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