Roamed giants of a bygone past.
Dinosaurs, mighty and grand,
Ruled Earth's domains, a primeval band.
Stegosaurus with plated spine,
Triceratops with horns divine.
Tyrannosaurus, fearsome and bold,
In jaws of might, stories untold.
Through fern-filled forests, they strode tall,
In landscapes untouched by human thrall.
A world of wonder, immense and wild,
Where creatures roamed, untamed and styled.
Their footprints etched in stone and sand,
A testament to lives unplanned.
Millions of years have come and gone,
Oh, dinosaurs of ancient lore,
In the dance of time, your spirits roam,
In dreams of Earth, your ancient home.
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