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Feb 2013
Clay is shaped to yield for time
Half hour hopes of fin'lly crime
Life is brought from fire to clay
Beast will tend to seem helpful in the fray
Young five hold arms straight out; yell
Fighting ensues and sparks will swell
Great foe grows until thirty feet tall
He may have a chance after all
Mechanical five meet size change
The kids are yelling from kicks strange
Close vict'ry means twenty minutes
Have passed since clay formed for high hopes
He's clay one time more, the kids cope
I'm glad I woke so soon for this
This is old! And as you may have figured out, it's about Power Rangers
D Hill
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