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Jan 11. 2026
A long dancing tail, No feet on the ground, I soar through the air, When things blow down. But alone I just sit, Which isn’t much fun, For liftoff what’s needed, Is others to run.
Jan 11. 2026
A long dancing tail, No feet on the ground, I soar through the air, When things blow down. But alone I just sit, Which isn’t much fun, For liftoff what’s needed, Is others to run.