The trio, wrapped in the seed,
An infinite with colored hybrid,
A rider gallops mead.
Image –live crops on field,
Marathon mousse mockery’s merit,
Arrogant Fool goes unheeded.
Consumptions quickly quaint quit,
Ahead to bed with threat, -a swan-song,
Stirs the air, and leaves a vacant sheet.
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