can a tiny griffin plucked
from a still, dark pond
a few cobblestones deep
and otherworlds away
in mac robertson land escape?
can father time flee
antarctica's frosty climes
and mount- shimmering bauble
trapped on monarch butterfly's
necklace umbrella?
stay tuned! discover whether
the griffin got caught
trying to steal
a sweater's royal display!
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