Poem - Many Flings The Scorched Weapon

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many
flings
the scorched
weapon
prickly
race
slumbers

strange
sun
breaks
among
the prickly
daydream
most
rises
powerfully
behind
the tricky
assignment
following
the attempt

the aged
star
ponders
against
the accolade

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