Now the sky, with white stallion, or white gelding clouds,
Begins to break open– lightning!
White lightning!
Ripping zipping clanking bonking peducamanukabazoowawazzzzooo zooo
An old hunch back mare, her hair and her mane,
Her bunch of munchin’ of whatever is there, including thistle,
Makes her bristle– at the thought of glue!
Spam of Human Affection 
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