auto-generated description; it's probably the dog

One day, making tracks

In the prairie of Prax,

Came a North-Going Zax

And a South-Going Zax.

And it happened that both of them came to a place

Where they bumped. There they stood.

Foot to foot. Face to face.

This entry was posted on July 03, 2019 @ 03:09pm with tags

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