Daylight has cuffed the forsaken canyons
And as I am just rousing from a fair slumber
Saluted I am by a spectrum of strangely colored smoke
Could it be possible that evolution advanced so hastily?
The mist that is emitted from her orifice
Reminds me of happy, platinum things
May her lips bear more phenomenons
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