Jaws drop so low,
Though the show goes on.
Upon the fawn,
At dawn they're withdrawn.
Fire requires the admired to inspire,
They'll soon expire.
In June the moon was full,
But this wolf wouldn't howl.
He wouldn't howl for the owl would growl,
An owl growling?
Some strange town I presume.
The costume was in the room,
Ready to assume who'd wear it.
There!
They'll care for it.
It?
They split to admit,
Submit and commit?
To spit with grit at the last minute.
The visit was implicit.
I who inhibit the digit last,
Will be asked.
To blast thee who is unworthy,
The dirty who worry ask for mercy,
Condensed the ocean.
The potion is in motion, so much emotion.
This commotion is the poison.
Boys and girls are mistaken for men and women.
Listen!
They've driven them to prison!
To unwrap the red ribbon!
Crimson, the religion is not forgiven.
The competition is the opposition in addition-
When will the twin be awaken, and taken?
For it was mistaken for the pagan.
Wasn't the pagan the creation?
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