Weasel Intones His Final Swing?

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StealthMonkey

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Humpf! And now, you askance
The maker of salsas. Wee. A spank
In the noddles, we'll flumpf a high
Tone for the millions. Clarity
Will be there, with a salad
For two. I never promised you
A Dialectic of Dim, only the
Thunderstruck wiggies in their
Immaculate riders. Lower the
Bastions, mate, it's a climb
Now to dull pastures. Even
The llamas notice the stars.
Finis.
 
makes no sense, which might not be a problem if it could be interpreting in some independent way. instead it comes off as meaningless nonesense.
 
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