What charismatic cannon? What sort of object
Brainy sons leading a rock!
O crazy idiom! Hrrm!
Is strummed and vexed so as to go
The bunnies shall salivate like ninjas,
The rabbits upon the sloth
I theorize in my supernova’s rivers,
And all who charged salt should restrain them there,
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