dragons

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With it's gleaming white teeth,

And it's sharp green scales,

Its red and orange eyes,

It really can't fail,

Flying about at night,

Searching for scrumptious food,

It searches the town,

It's in a bad mood!

If you ever meet one,

You would like this advice,

Don't try and kill it,

Run when you have the chance!

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