The bulletproof panda

Lucid are his thoughts,
And ever-note his croaks,
Of endless navy notes,
Silver-lined in every scope.
The tireless panda wrote,
During a Wednesday afternoon smoke,
Of fog and rote:
Endless cellular jokes,
Certainly, the panda stroke
His silent vile stoat
Of a mind,
Symbolising his beautiful bulletproof ceaseless chime.

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