Gauged from here, life in shock's
Refuge, but risk-free state
It did more than compensate
All of that rough and tumble
Smiled into who'd stumble
For any mud-splattered
Cuts and bruises; - a score!
And for the not so minor
Hurts! Every screamed past tree's bird
Homing, moulting, when heard!
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