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POETRY
Sagittarius
Teapot whistles, sending steam
to feed a supermassive galactic anchor
gravely cavorting upon the
slip sliding crouch of Cronos
Blithe hooves trample the sweet leaves
wreathing clippety clop the tip tap
of frisking cloven feet
Nimble clapping fingers
clasp the bowspring’s fire
discharging the pings
at scorpion’s sting
to the elegant accent of
celestial applause
Apparently the constellation book I used for my stock material doesn’t portray Sagittarius as a teapot! If you go to this link and scroll a bit, you can see a picture that shows him that way.
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