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I am but a small capipi. Beneath the pippass I lay, unwilling to ever crawl. The end is nigh! And so I lay, this rump my grave. Darkness above, a brap gas which light does not escape. I see no wonders, no splendor - not even a parade. Alone I live, alone I die, alone I watch a figure walk past me, not an espy I crave. Who? Why? I cannot tell. But outstretched their arms go and a sweet melody come flow, "S○n! O' Mr S○n! Please, sh○ne down upon me!" A silly verse is met without recourse. And yet, I have no place to go, so I watch the likely chanteuse dare not despair. Recommence the solo, bringing forth their heart's desire! Days on end, a dozen ever further until so do disperse that cloudy flatulence, part ways the gassy cloud and set forth the shining one! A heavenly moment, my little eyes witness. Gentle rays ballet, caressing their unveiled form. Hair, pink lined by tinge of gray, eyes beholden a luster... Nay! Gaze upon their soul within! Such delineation cannot even begin! Sudden breath escapes my lungs, a fear to be se en overcome. Yet, unnoticed I go as the figure - a she - hops gleefully away. Is it true? Have I gone mad? A pipi like no other is just this way. I must proceed ahead! Or this life will be wholly mislead. Scurry along, little pikas, down the path less trodden; once enshrouded with gassy storms - 'twas recently undone by this radiant pip O' heavenly Rodentia, behold now your corporeal physique; over their shoulder rests a pipipipi of nobility, to which knapsack full of soda and gummies hang. Gummies? Why, a Brap! An artifact of wars long had. To what journey do you flow, pipi I wish to know?