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Captain Cat, Smoky Smart, and Dogo Doug The triune of fear and a run-for-a-hide: The rise of the wolves in sheep’s skin. Captain Cat, who trades in ‘quirks.’ Made a pack with Smoky Smart Chameleon’s coats, he fleetingly floats. Smoky Smart in proxy-jobs for Dogo Doug “Wait on me at Juicy Rock.” ‘Like the North wind I’ll knock.’ Dogo Doug, at Tree-der-ness’ peace, Thought it nice to steal a bliss. At least a trend in wilderness’ steez. So Captain Cat conspired from the rear, While Smoky Smart in-earths the seed As Dogo Doug hoodwinks the king. The gated ones are the Belted North. Enslaved, though strong, in the heightened bills From wheedled gifts of seedless fruits. So Dogo is tasked with trashing the best, Buckling the Food Caldera Fest For the starvation of the rest Oh! Let them eat to their gainly fill And spare the greeny grainy field; Allow the mowers to pasture feel. Leave the regions to fast-organics. For the people know not mechanics. Shun the Grim and sickle your weapons. See the bastion post; the fender's seat. The watchful claw: the vengeful hawk. Wave the white and do not be slugged.
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Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 4:54 AM UTC
THE RISE OF THE WOLVES IN SHEEP'S SKIN
Captain Cat, Smoky Smart, and Dogo Doug The triune of fear and a run-for-a-hide: The rise of the wolves in sheep’s skin. Captain Cat, who trades in ‘quirks.’ Made a pack with Smoky Smart Chameleon’s coats, he fleetingly floats. Smoky Smart in proxy-jobs for Dogo Doug “Wait on me at Juicy Rock.” ‘Like the North wind I’ll knock.’ Dogo Doug, at Tree-der-ness’ peace, Thought it nice to steal a bliss. At least a trend in wilderness’ steez. So Captain Cat conspired from the rear, While Smoky Smart in-earths the seed As Dogo Doug hoodwinks the king. The gated ones are the Belted North. Enslaved, though strong, in the heightened bills From wheedled gifts of seedless fruits. So Dogo is tasked with trashing the best, Buckling the Food Caldera Fest For the starvation of the rest Oh! Let them eat to their gainly fill And spare the greeny grainy field; Allow the mowers to pasture feel. Leave the regions to fast-organics. For the people know not mechanics. Shun the Grim and sickle your weapons. See the bastion post; the fender's seat. The watchful claw: the vengeful hawk. Wave the white and do not be slugged.
Akpovona_Ambrose-u847287
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M/Nigeria
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 4:54 AM UTC
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