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armed with no more than flippers,
boneless ones at that,
terrified its victims
with its insidious familiarity with oceanic
and atmospheric currents,
and manipulation thereof,
flattening Wichita by way of proof.
“Sure,” Cap said,
“but Wichita was pretty flat anyways.”
“How 'bout Denver, then, you little turd?”
came the reply.
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