Well... I did finish it, so I guess it's got that going for it...
Six little foxes all in a row
invite you to take a seat for the show,
but shield your eyes from their fiery glow
lest they entomb you beneath scarlet snow.
“Yes, I know the rhyme,” spat a young man, his chattering teeth adding an odd cadence to the poem’s rhythm. “You’ve only repeated
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