Sleepy are these languid trees...
Sleepy are these languid trees
Whose leaves are whistled by the breeze
And slowly, silent, stilled to cease
The calmness of the pond
While bristling down beneath there lurched
A beast of brutimounstrous girth
Come crashing through the undergruwth
And stomped the leaves anon




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