An elephant pegasus shrine, that I made and will always be mine
Shall sit on its shelf, like an organic elf
Or a beast that's been into the wine.
There was a party last night. The mood was elated and light.
The family came, and each said each name
And I slept on the couch out of sight.
There once was a house on a hill. The hill wasn't steep, but still...
The bicycles fell, as they strained on it's shell
And the house kept incredibly chill.
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