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The charm of a bird's sweet chat, on purple plum branches bowing, puffed as a cold rain spat sparrow cheering, warm and fat. I stand wet not really knowing the charm of a bird's sweet chat, sprinkling song, for the brunette at our bus stop. Her slip, then showing, puffed as a cold rain spat. At that breeze I now tip my hat, for distractions while waiting for going, the charm of a bird's sweet chat, for sweet legs as shapely as that and for that skirt lifting and blowing, puffed as a cold rain spat. Snatching it, quick as the cat, she blushes now, fairly glowing. The charm of a bird's sweet chat puffed as a cold rain spat.my first attempt at this form arrgh Written February 14th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 05:27 AM PST, Frederic Jacob Gutknecht IV 10 • 0 • 12
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"The charm of a bird's sweet chat,..."