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A poem about a llama. In the desert. |
| Languidly lies the lolling Llama, Resting its rotund rolling rotula, Stiffly static in the stifling [spiny] sun, Trying to taste tentatively tacit, Warm water twixt willow wands, Nearing the knobby nodding nose, And quaffing, quiets the questing Mouth. |