a llama wandered out
to, maybe, look at he moon
brayed
“holy shit!
the sky is consumed”
so he rushed and he gathered
his reindeer companions
and they came and they looked
really just to indulge him
but replied
“you’re not wrong mate,
it’s a bit of a state
now pass me a corn cob,
some butter and those shades”
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