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But with a whimper

by Taropa A

The fat man And the lady whispered: Let us give them a show! A spectacle of might!

Rubbing his hands, He gently released a lotus flower downstream. Call the gentle one. And the angry !

The old man with a cane, Spoke drawing lines in the sand: Beware of the green God of the Forest.

He stepped from the shadows. His crown was falling, His step was faulting. Behind him, the old Gods thus died.

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