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| Hark! The birds thou cries, In the shivering wind of the Master willow of the brook. And thou thy thee forsaken thy For British thou thee Far mar theyn my deep British pride, dwells in thy breast So doth dwell a sickening prose, THOU DOTH A FLABBERGOUT So, thats the kind of thing ive been working on. ive been going for a more organic feel since my stuffed yellow duck died. Its left me in a sorry state, so i apologize for any profanity found in the content of this piece. I was hesitant about the word flab***out, but for the purpose of this poem, the sentiment had to come across in the feeling. |