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My translucent youth wasted
on the constant bickering of two unimportant flies
spewing filth from their vile mouths, indiscriminately.
Equivalent to the infestation of rats
who gave way to the plague...
Certainly an epidemic.
All the while my eye adverted
from the magnificent Ellyfant
whose natural intellect could astound.
Too many people admire Sir Ellyfant,
for reasons uncannily insignificant.
Impossibly pent against his stunning physique
is his marvelous wit.
Young was I, pixie spirit intact...
unaware of the beauty at my side
who saw my most secretive opinion
who noted not only the color of my shoes
but the great vigor to which I caved-- under the social pressures
of living amongst the flies
Breathing their nonsense.
Sir Ellyfant! with that watchful eye.
Who not only forgave my fickle spirits
but fed my young mind essential logics.
Magesty unmatched, to the beauty at my side.
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