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Shattered stood the fang, Stranded, without its pierce. Of the wolf, the fur still sang, Not so kindly to all ears. To each neighbouring door, The wolf went to tell, But to them all, an eyesore, It was the carnivore they smelled.
Shattered stood the fang, Stranded, without its pierce. Of the wolf, the fur still sang, Not so kindly to all ears. To each neighbouring door, The wolf went to tell, But to them all, an eyesore, It was the carnivore they smelled.