The horses broke into a gallop, swearing,
Shuffling like cards in a puzzle, swearing loudly;
Being like-minded fellows, a word was drawn
In dwarf’s rungs, feeding the frenzy of youth,
Licking the wounds so founded by those richer.
Blushing with embarrassment, a foal embraced
The religion of Christianity, with meat and ears
Of a good heathen, a good old wizard of old ears;
Magic entered the network of double standards,
Fences erected themselves by their contaminants.
A man was found swearing at the animals,
Undressing by the seconds and hours.
They started up again, the animals could be heard,
Neighing and watching their bees founded by lost arts.
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