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"Let the land produce living creatures, Live stock, Creatures that move along the ground, Wild animals, According to their kind." And from His grassy wake sprung Animals of all kinds, Great and small: the lion and the lamb the bear and the brontosaur the mouse and the monkey the serpent and the spider the tortoise and the pteradon All springing from his grassy wake. |
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