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FROLIC LIKE A DANCING LLAMA

Listen not to my trifles but ponder your own
Like dust in the eye or Shakespeare yelping out his daily scales
Coming its way along, like an indian elephant in the sedge grass
Aloysius, the precise little Grim Reaper smiled with a cherib grin
"Move!" yips Millie, the keeper of yaks
She was really, very understanding...
With a youthful mutter and a magnanimous falsify we pressed onward
Even as she flees, the naked dancing llama turns to see the screaming Buddha chasing her into the sanctuary
The naked dancing llama gave her all, but lost bitter sweet to time...