Gay birds that twitter and ride the spring breeze,
Darting so artfully inbetween trees,
Are battling to frighten rivals before,
They're chirped-down in the broader bird war.
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The sunshine that wakes us each morning at dawn,
Baking all freely till finally withdrawn,
Will, sure as its rise and setting predicts,
Blister the mhuns hung from our crucifix,
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Candy that sweetens with sugar and spice,
Lures innocent children into their first vice,
They desperately crave it with wanton caprice,
And cry as it leaves them grotesquely obese.
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Love, the emotion that fevers and burns,
Lifts up the naive above life's painful turns,
But all things that fly away into the air,
Finally fall again, worse for the wear.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Sarapin, in the year 416 AF.