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A titmouse croaked disaster to her crony:

That by night or by day,

The capital will be cleansed

Of the northern foulness by holy fire.

The Baltic terminal was burning,

Absorbing drones beyond measure,

But the brewery was not damaged,

And in that lies the might of their defense))

Three ships, a factory, a pier.

Smoldered in a furious blaze.

None of them ran away,

And the ships now rest on the bottom)

June 3, 2026

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