Storms overload
staying home like slow boulders roll
predictable enhancements to growing soldier nodes.
A link to the past entrances bees in gory under paths
slaughter goofy thunderous cats
who goof on stupid, slowing brats.
Cooling super eroded allowance
makes eyebrows allow semi-fine plow bids.
Engulfing soothing outlets
back to sleep beneath the wool.
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