(This is Poetry)
Consider the penguin. He is a gentleman; He wears a black tuxedo And refuses to fly (Says that flying carries No dignity).
Instead he sits on a rock In the heart of murmuring winter And dreams of cigars and hot coffee Being served somewhere Across an icy ocean.
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