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Penguins are a unique kind of bird, Evolution made them this way. They will Never be found in the sky, but Gregariously still waddling today. Uniformly, they each look the same, just Imagine when they begin to march, like little Nuns on parade, in habits with too much Starch! Oh see how they care for their young, No nests for these proud birds! Perched on momma’s or poppa’s feet, Are babies too cute for words! Reared with a simple outlook on life As is their natural right, they Don’t see anything, Except in black and white.
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