Magical roo–of rest–on ground, how did you balance on tail so sound? Artifice could suffice, but, to be sure, I will need to see it thrice.
Ambagical roo, learned and writ, at what points your stare of wisdom lit? Is it wit? On it can one sit? Would with that piece it fit? On top forty would it hit? Could it escape a pit? Perhaps, it could join you for a sit?
Zen roo, a trangam was found in your bush and it shimmers at right angle to the sky’s day star, but your care and thoughts seem to be bouncing afar.
Pacifist roo, valuing love and empathy and self-growth above all, you are ever to be respected for responding to oppugnancy with peace rather than gall. ; )
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