Lightning darted his eyes:
“I saw -
you another.
You are the lowest,
You sneaky most ...” –
And she went,
and went,
and went, swearing.
I'm a scientist small, cute,
Rumble leave your.
If lightning did not kill me -
the thunder to me
Jove is not afraid.


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