Tortoise and the Hares
Dodging puddles, potholes, sodden leaves, A tortoise shell on my back. Biking amidst autumn morning rush, Breathing builds the heat I lack. Traversing intersections blithely, The hums of hares feel neural. Hot tails fussing...
Dodging puddles, potholes, sodden leaves, A tortoise shell on my back. Biking amidst autumn morning rush, Breathing builds the heat I lack. Traversing intersections blithely, The hums of hares feel neural. Hot tails fussing...
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