Whorty Shorty shows up
To sort his wall by one method,
crouch below and it will fall.
Like eyes on a newborn pup,
He takes a breath then through the blood,
through the sloshy gelatin wall.
The time is now to stoop and stop,
He's breathless as an Idaho spud,
won't again hear his mommy call.
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