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Oxymoronic
One dark night on a bright, sunny day,
just before Christmas in the month of May,
I decided to plan a spontaneous trip
and crossed through the desert on a sailing ship.
As we sailed along, the waves grew small;
it seemed we had entered a peaceful squall.
The view from the ship was awfully good
but I didn't enjoy the inedible food.
Soon, I came to a rural city;
its many buildings were terribly pretty.
My ship was greeted by a very small crowd;
They waved politely as I stood tall and bowed.
Although I'd had so much serious fun,
it was time to return, by the midnight sun.
For my next evening in, I might swim to the moon,
or even drive there in my lead balloon.
just before Christmas in the month of May,
I decided to plan a spontaneous trip
and crossed through the desert on a sailing ship.
As we sailed along, the waves grew small;
it seemed we had entered a peaceful squall.
The view from the ship was awfully good
but I didn't enjoy the inedible food.
Soon, I came to a rural city;
its many buildings were terribly pretty.
My ship was greeted by a very small crowd;
They waved politely as I stood tall and bowed.
Although I'd had so much serious fun,
it was time to return, by the midnight sun.
For my next evening in, I might swim to the moon,
or even drive there in my lead balloon.
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